Imaginary time capsule

Ah well, another relationship that didn't pan out. Turns out it wasn't the sort I thought I wanted (relationship-wise, not genderwise).

After a lot of talking it seems like we might still be friends in the future though, I think I'd liked that.

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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night
And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight

There's something brilliant about how my tutor, who's the biggest all-round expert in Medieval history I know, ends a lecture on archaeology with the words "...which was very nicely illustrated in the first season of The Black Adder."

And my English seems to be broken today, I apologize in advance.

Anyway, it's been a long time since I did a music meme, so here's one:

Nicked from vesleskjor:

Think of 20 10 albums that had such a profound effect on you they changed your life or the way you looked at it. They sucked you in and took you over for days, weeks, months, years. These are the albums that you can use to identify time, places, people, emotions. These are the albums that no matter what they were thought of musically shaped your world.

( List and snapshots of my life )

I was thinking about how these days I don't have my record player so it's all CDs and mp3s instead - and with the skipping of songs that don't appeal to me and making my own playlists I don't have that same feeling towards "albums" anymore. Records you listen to all the way through, I miss that aspect.

I need get my record player to Bergen some day.

Waiting for your knock dear
On my old front door
I don't hear it
Does it mean you don't love me any more?

So I took a walk up to Sognsvann today (WTF Wikipedia? You're starting to scare me), since the weather was absolutely lovely. Eight months I've lived here, and this was my first visit to Sognsvann. Would have hiked around it if I had better shoes. I saw some interesting things on the way, though:

First, I had passed a very nice statue outside the Norwegian school of sports sciences. It was a naked body in mid-leap, muscles working, called "Joy". It was so very nice and dynamic and that's why I doubly enjoyed the fact that it was a woman. You hardly see statues depicting females in dynamic positions, do you? I liked it very much.

Then, right before I reached Sognsvann, there was a gate. It was a regular gate, only somebody had grafittied a big heart on it, with the words "FORGIVE ME!!!" First I thought, that was a funny place to write that, but then I realised that this gate had been in a relationship, and the other party screwed up and wanted to make amends. Since I don't know how bad the screw-up was, I wasn't sure if they got together again, but if they didn't, I thought a silent "You go, gate!" as I passed it on my way home.

I've been searching YouTube for some slightly obscure Beatles songs (in the end I've found out I can save loads of time just by finding a fan video with a song I like, and then rip it to an mp3, rather than downloading an entire album), and gee, how could I not have realised there exists such things as Beatle slash videos. Oh yes. Not that Beatle slash is new to me - Tiny and me have had our share of late-night discussions about the possibility of Beatle orgies - but you know, "zomg they looked at eachother!! otp!!" is a bit unneccesary when comes to the Beatles. I mean, sometimes it seemed like even John and Paul slashed John and Paul (quick Google: Yep, there they go.)

Okay, enough about the slash. I've found this hilarious "proof" of the Beatles backmasking their songs. There's the usual Paul is dead business, and then there's the lovely utter hilarious ones: "There's even marzipan, there's even marzipan NOOOOOW." I feel bad for the people who sit down to play every song in the Beatles catalogue backwards, I really do.

Also, the subject matter of I'm down (love it to bits - all the screaming, yay!) is "Goddamnit girl, I want some sex now." Y/Y?

Right, this just morphed into a Beatles post. Strange. Good thing I still got my John icon.

One sweet dream
Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
Soon we'll be away from here
Step on the gas and wipe that tear away

So. Effing. Bored.

Horribly bored. Quite impossibly bored.

Originally I was going to attend a lecture tonight and I was looking forward to it, but the lecturer got sick and so I have nothing to do.

So far I've done everything in my power to feel some time is passing (who was it that said you have to divide your day in half-hours and fill one part at a time? Jude Law, wasn't it, in the new Alfie movie?), and so far I've,

- Written an essay. Well, it was supposed to be an essay. I've no idea what I turned it into.

- Listened to about 1/3 of all my Beatles music.

- Cleaned my room (found a pack of belgian waffles, score!)

- Shaved my legs (you were dying to know that, weren't you)

- Once again tried to get past the waterfall in the Lion king Nintendo game. Stuuupid waterfall!

- Perused random pictures on the net. Good Lord, if me and Snooky should ever get married (which I seriously doubt, as I have misgivings about the institute of marriage in the 21st century and don't really think I'm the marrying kind anyway) I would force him to wear this suit (yes, even though I'd sadly have to kick Jeremy Irons out of it).

- Aaaaand... Nothing more.

Good God, I'm bored (and I remember once upon a time I promised myself I would never make posts like this. That went wrong, didn't it?)

Oooh, and happy birthday to my brother!

Spinning: The inner light, The Beatles (though it's mostly George)
Lyric sample:
Arrive without travelling
See all without looking
Do all without doing
(I'm really listening to online radio)

Well, I felt like just putting something up here. You know my bicycle is named "The inner light"? T'is, you know.

I drew this last week or so, breaking one of my last rules: No drawing of people I find attractive. But then again, nobody so far have understood it's meant to be Paul McCartney. And I didn't even sketch it up first, which is why I haven't outlined his jaw - I just started with the eyes, then the hair and hand, and after a lot of failing, his nose and lips. I just really wanted to capture that sexy adrogynous look, and I really really dig arched eyebrows.




Let me just say I've never spent so much time drawing hair. But I love it! It looks much better in the original drawing, but my scanner hates me.

Still don't believe me? See the original picture here. My sister owns the single. The fascinating thing I discovered, was that if you oogle the picture really close (as I tend to do), you can still see the scar on his upper lip from the traffic accident from the 60s, where he cut his lip and broke a front tooth (and don't get me started on his front teeth, I'll save it for later).