I stand guard outside your window every night. In spirit.
I... Really... Hate... Mornings. I set the alarm 30 mins early so I can wake up and say "I'm going to sleep an extra 30 minutes you evil alarm machine". And then I sleep for another 30 minutes. And then I get up. And I'm still tired. So tired.
I don't wanna
Work was lazyhazymaybecrazy as always. The radio played the theme song to Married With Children. Quaint. I'm sure it's a good song it's just hard to appreciate it when you have a mental picture of that family.
love and marriage, love and marriage
There wasn't much to do. I worked a little with Peter on a computer. He's building a computer for one of the the Barn Dwellers. The parts had finally come. So we had to put it all together and make it work. Would you like to see the famous Peter ComputerGuy? Here he is. Working on said computer. I took his picture and we looked at my camera a little. Bent HeadChief had already told him about it. Yesterday. When I stayed home *coughcough*. It's amazing how impressive my camera is. Everybody seems to think so. I guess they haven't seen the results. It's not the best camera in the world no no. And I'm not a good photographer obviously. It's still very hard for me just to take a picture of Peter whom I've known for nigh on 3 months now. It's simply impossible for me to take pictures of strangers. I hate my weakness. I had my phobia. I hate it. It stops me from taking good pictures. Yes, that's my excuse, phobia. Not lack of talent. Anyway. The only way to take pictures of strangers is to be a tourist. See, if you were a tourist in a foreign country then taking all these pictures would be perfectly okay. You'd be expected to walk around with a camera. I remember when I was in Prague with my old class mates. I stepped out in front of another group of tourists and took a picture of them. It was great. They were standing in a typical tourist flock with their cameras out looking at some tourist attraction. And I stepped in front of them and took their picture. The tourists became the touristed. It's a great pic really. If only I was some french tourist in Denmark. Then I could take great pics.
hey idiot slow down
Oh nevermind,.
I keep excusing. as I should
Also, does anyone have any recommendations for picture hosts? Homestead seems a bit slow to me and there's a max. bandwidth thing. Any other? I tried Angelfire but they won't let me hotlink. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
angelfire can lick my #¤%RGD
If you want to listen to a good song while enjoying this yet another plume masterpiece (seriously) then get a nice live version of r.e.m.'s Let Me In. It's not on my server, it'll be up limited time, don't complain to me. It's a great song though. I used to pass out to Let Me In and Strange Currencies from Monster. Those two on repeat. Over and over. Just magical. You should try that. It's blurry. I remember writing a sort-of poem to Let Me In. Falling off a cliff. It sucked like everything else of course. But just the dizzying feeling of let me in. It does rock I proclaim.
Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter
love so sweet
These words, "you will be mine". These words, "you will be mine." All the time.
You know with love comes strange currencies. Hah, that's actually quite appropriate. A guilder for your thoughts.
the lure of the lire, the deutchmark's getting dearer These words, they haunt me, hunt me down, catch in my throat, make me pray you will be mine, all the time
I recommend it. Let Me In (album version) and Strange Currencies. Repeat. Close your eyes for thirty minutes. Let it spin. Let it spin you.
spin us into something new
After work I went to get my bike. It only cost 400 kroner. Strange currencies. Did you know I can take pictures of people's backs? Mr Mailman, what's in your bag?
the beautiful people
I had another photo safari planned. I think I'll save it for tomorrow. This used to be my playground. Something to look forward to.
empty swings and slides
My granddad came today. Tomorrow Peter MyBrother will come home. Too many people. It's strange seeing my grandfather again. He's lived in his house for 40-50 years with his wife. Now she's gone. I can't even fathom the loss. The hole that must leave in his life. The empty house. I haven't seen him for so long. It's almost like having a stranger in the house. I don't like it. But I'd be a bastard to complain. It must be nice for him to get away from that house. Have a chance to be with his daughter who lives pretty far away. My mother keeps trying to get him to travel now that he's alone. Go on cruises. She keeps saying that he doesn't have to worry about leaving her and her brother any money. Just use it all on travelling. I just don't see it. If I was in that situation I wouldn't want to go on a cruise. I'd want to sit alone in the dark and cry. What's the point of going on a cruise. "Now you're free to go on a cruise". No. Now I've lost the person I've spent my whole life with and I don't feel like travelling around the world without her. But what do I know. I haven't lost anyone that close to me. Just a couple of grandmothers. Just just just. We're gonna crack your little soul. We are the dollars and cents. Strange currencies. Lost little ones.
distant crying child
Sigh. I don't know. You want to see the back of my granddad? Here. (notice I still have no idea how to control the flash. And the mess. I'm going to make a photo safari of our house some day. You wouldn't believe the filthy mess). You can see my mother too. What great genes we have. He was also quite impressed with my super fancy digital camera. Mother made me show them the picture. Social interaction kills me.
http://plumepics.diaryland.com. Sneak preview for the leet
But that's okay. I'll drown my beliefs to have your babies. See you tomorrow. Don't forget to pack a big lunch. We're going photo safari'ing. If I can get to use the computer.
sometimes it seems so long
Night night.
winterlong
PS. I recommend you make this your wallpaper. Why? Because then you could look me in the eye all the time. What's not to like about that? Heeeeeeey, let me in.
I'm prepared to look you in the eye, look me in the eye
np: radiohead - true love waits (i might be wrong)
...I'm not living... I'm just killing time... Your tiny hands... Your crazy kiss and smile...
I've got tar on my feet...
back and forth
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