...Holy Crap, Kaity! Was that your Nerd Duck I just saw on the vlogbrother's channel??? The one John was totally in love with and wants to put in his museum?? Like, SERIOUSLY?
I didnt even know it was Thanksgiving yesterday, until I went onto the blog. Well, Happy Thanksgiving to all of you! I am thankful of too many things to list here, so let's just say that I'm thankful for having so much to thank for. For feeling so full.
Love you all, Soph
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
It's Thanksgiving!
I'm thankful for all of you!!! And also the ridiculous amount of food i'm going to consume... ;-)
What are you thankful for? Post or comment about it!
What are you thankful for? Post or comment about it!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Concert and Snow
The concert was totally awesome, although it was too long for me to catch the last train to Berlin, so I spent a second night at The Guy's house. Embarassing moment of the week: I told him I didn't need any bed-stuff cause I had my sleeping bag (I am very fond of my sleeping bag) so when his mom asked from downstairs if she should bring some sheets up, he answered: 'no we don't need an extra bed' and she was like 'okay then...'. And then I just died of embarassment.
After i had died, we watched Atonement and I died again, this time because of total disgust. Why did noone tell me about the pieces of brain, the water corpses and the creepy children??!
Germany is all snowed in, my school too. It is undescribably beautiful. Plus it's very funny and interesting to watch my fellow students react to the snow. Basically, there are three types of reaction, one for every branch the school has:
1. The Music Geeks panic because the fear to get a cold, which would keep them from choir.
2. The Science Geeks get busy testing various spects of Thermodynamics and experimenting with the statics of snow
3. The Language Geeks cherish the lyrical beauty of the winter wonder land and engage in long walks in the park and epical snowball fights
The Kooks!
After i had died, we watched Atonement and I died again, this time because of total disgust. Why did noone tell me about the pieces of brain, the water corpses and the creepy children??!
Germany is all snowed in, my school too. It is undescribably beautiful. Plus it's very funny and interesting to watch my fellow students react to the snow. Basically, there are three types of reaction, one for every branch the school has:
1. The Music Geeks panic because the fear to get a cold, which would keep them from choir.
2. The Science Geeks get busy testing various spects of Thermodynamics and experimenting with the statics of snow
3. The Language Geeks cherish the lyrical beauty of the winter wonder land and engage in long walks in the park and epical snowball fights
The Kooks!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
New Video.
I put up Paramore's song Decode from the Twilight movie with the video. there is another song from them after Decode ends. I have started to really get into them.
Mad Season by Matchbox 20
I feel stupid - but I know it wont last for long
Ive been guessing - I coulda been guessin wrong
You dont know me now
I kinda thought that you should somehow
Does that whole mad season got ya down
I feel stupid but its something that comes and goes
Ive been changin - think its funny how now one knows
We dont talk about - the little things that we do without
When that whole mad season comes around
So why ya gotta stand there
Looking like the answer now
It seems to me - youd come around
I need you now
Do you think you can cope
You figured me out - Im lost and Im hopeless
Bleeding and broken - though Ive never spoken
I come undone - in this mad season
I feel stupid - but I think I been catchin on
I feel ugly - but I know I still turn you on
You seem colder now, torn apart, angry, turned around
Will that whole mad season knock you down
So are you gonna stand there
Are you gonna help me out
You need to be together now - I need you now
Do you think you can cope
You figured me out - Im lost and Im hopeless
Bleeding and broken - though Ive never spoken
I come undone - in this mad season
Now Im cryin - isnt that what you want
Im tryin to live my life on my own
But I wont
At times - I do believe I am strong
So someone tell me why, why, why
Do i, i, I feel stupid
And I came undone
And I came undone
Ive been guessing - I coulda been guessin wrong
You dont know me now
I kinda thought that you should somehow
Does that whole mad season got ya down
I feel stupid but its something that comes and goes
Ive been changin - think its funny how now one knows
We dont talk about - the little things that we do without
When that whole mad season comes around
So why ya gotta stand there
Looking like the answer now
It seems to me - youd come around
I need you now
Do you think you can cope
You figured me out - Im lost and Im hopeless
Bleeding and broken - though Ive never spoken
I come undone - in this mad season
I feel stupid - but I think I been catchin on
I feel ugly - but I know I still turn you on
You seem colder now, torn apart, angry, turned around
Will that whole mad season knock you down
So are you gonna stand there
Are you gonna help me out
You need to be together now - I need you now
Do you think you can cope
You figured me out - Im lost and Im hopeless
Bleeding and broken - though Ive never spoken
I come undone - in this mad season
Now Im cryin - isnt that what you want
Im tryin to live my life on my own
But I wont
At times - I do believe I am strong
So someone tell me why, why, why
Do i, i, I feel stupid
And I came undone
And I came undone
Thursday, November 20, 2008
what's new
there's much to tell you, my friends, but alas, time is short. So let's get going:
My class went to the world's largest Beatles museum this week and the concentration of pure awesome made me dizzy. Yesterday at midnight, we toasted on The Guy's 18th birthday(Imagine me trying to get myself subtly attractive in my ratty old jammies). Which was great timing since today we wrote an essay on Faust for four hours straight, an exam practice that I think should be illegal. Tomorrow, I won't go home like usual but to The Guy's house in a nearby city with a large crowd, where we he is having is birthday party till Saturday. After everybody has left on Saturday for their various hometowns, The Guy and I will go to a concert of the Kooks, from where I'll try to catch the last train to Berlin, which would bring me there at around midnight. All that might or might not happen at all because there is said to be one of the awfullest snowstorms ever to night, so the trains might be out of service and we would be stuck in the convent. My luck.
Devastating news today: Some stupid senior guy is founding a party! It's not even an independent one, but the youth group of what you could call the German Democrats. But because he is a senior and a guy and tall and handsome, every person interested in politics is going to join his group and not ours. Just now, when we are starting to get established and are working on our first projects! But the fight isn't over yet...
Gotta go now cause there is this big traditional ceremony for all the alumni who have died in the past year. lotsa love!
oh, Shakespeare is dead. I'm going to Brussel (dont know if thats the english name) instead, it's chaeper.
My class went to the world's largest Beatles museum this week and the concentration of pure awesome made me dizzy. Yesterday at midnight, we toasted on The Guy's 18th birthday(Imagine me trying to get myself subtly attractive in my ratty old jammies). Which was great timing since today we wrote an essay on Faust for four hours straight, an exam practice that I think should be illegal. Tomorrow, I won't go home like usual but to The Guy's house in a nearby city with a large crowd, where we he is having is birthday party till Saturday. After everybody has left on Saturday for their various hometowns, The Guy and I will go to a concert of the Kooks, from where I'll try to catch the last train to Berlin, which would bring me there at around midnight. All that might or might not happen at all because there is said to be one of the awfullest snowstorms ever to night, so the trains might be out of service and we would be stuck in the convent. My luck.
Devastating news today: Some stupid senior guy is founding a party! It's not even an independent one, but the youth group of what you could call the German Democrats. But because he is a senior and a guy and tall and handsome, every person interested in politics is going to join his group and not ours. Just now, when we are starting to get established and are working on our first projects! But the fight isn't over yet...
Gotta go now cause there is this big traditional ceremony for all the alumni who have died in the past year. lotsa love!
oh, Shakespeare is dead. I'm going to Brussel (dont know if thats the english name) instead, it's chaeper.
Monday, November 17, 2008
The Dummy
by Michael Mack
In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.
With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.
Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend.
by Michael Mack
In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.
With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.
Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend.
Friday, November 14, 2008
o, the weekend of the robot baby
this thing is gonna be annoying. already, it barely let me eat dinner. already, i accidentally dropped its head. urgh. no sleep tonight...or 2morrow night...soph, be glad u dont sleep in my room anymore.
Kaiti's phone is gone.
I give you all permission to leave messages to the bus driver to return my phone. Text messages or even try calling telling her how I miss and want my phone back. Or atleast who I am. Thank you. Seriously I need my phone. Lots of text please.
Nuclear Power, Dreadlocks and Hobos like me
Home! Yay! I havent been here in forever! So I shall use the occasion to tell you about the most amazing weekend I had in a very long time. It's gonna be one of those super-long Sophie rants, done very hastily.
Every year or so there is this huge, big, giant anti-nuclear power thing. It's in Gorleben and its surroundings, a small village in central-north Germany, where there is a dump for nuclear trash and every time a train with new trash arrives, this demonstration/festival/protest takes place. You cant really call it a demonstration, cause the demonstration is only a small part of it. More important are the countless little activities before and (mostly) after. Like chaining yourself to railroads or concerts or whatever. Of course there's more than this one dump in germany, but instead of doing small demonstrations for each of them, it's all bundled up in this one symbolic place.
I've wanted to go there for a really long time and some weeks ago I told a friend about it and she wanted to go, too. So we googled 'Gorleben', found the email adress of some people who hired busses from Berlin to Gorleben and who told us to transfer around 10 bucks to their bank account or whatever we could afford, if we felt like it. That's where our preparations ended.
So we showed up at the place the busses were supposed to show up and they took us to Gorleben, where we participated in the official demosntration. It was great: There were lots of really different people, from hippies to punks and farmers, and the atmosphere was amazing. I've never met so much simple friendliness and readiness to help each other ever before. Also, i got the chance to reconect to lots of people from the green party. There were 16000 people, which is totally crazy for a demonstration in Arizona-sized Germany and was more than there had been in many years. After all the speeches were given, a pretty famous band rooted in that area gave a great concert. After their concert, we ran to their tour bus (I dont even know why) and hang out with them, which in itself was kinda crazy cause they are the type people who are too famous to hang out with ordinary mortals like us. But they were really nice and we hugged and took pictures together.
As it turned out, we didnt have place to sleep. Which was kind of, you know, an odd feeling. But we had heard about an sitting blockade (i dont know the right term in english) right in front of the dump. We didnt have anywhere else to go, so we went there. Maybe we would meet people who could tell us some place to sleep. But by the time we had made it through th 4 or so miles of woods and darkness with heavy luggage and hundreds of special-unit policemen staring at us and shining flash lights at us and us thinking "theyregoingtoarrestustheyregoingtoarrestus" since we were obviously on our way to participate in an illegal blockade, we were at the point where we didnt feel like going anywhere with anybody.
But then we got to the blockade and it was totally awesome. There were about 200 made of awesome people, the farmers gave out straw-sacks so nobody had to sleep directly on the comcrete and robin wood supplied soup. We decided to stay. It was recommended to form groups, so to organize everything more democratically and safer for the individual. We got in a group with 5 super-alternative collge- guys and two girls. They took really good care of us, explained us essential information, like who to call when we get arrested and what kind of arms the police might use against us. we hang out with them all night, except for the random hours when we slept. Most of the time we spent with a guy who looked and acted exactly like Jason Castro (although I did not tell him so cause I figured that guys who look like jason Castro dont necessarily take that as a compliment) and was unbelievably nice. All three of us cuddled up against the extreme cold and moistness and got through the night fairly well that way.
Unfortunately, we had to leave the next day to get back to boarding school. We much rather would have stayed until the end, but oh well. We tramped with some people from some other blockade for about 100km and then took the train, getting back to the "real world", to which we must have looked like dirty crazy hippies. Which actually wasnt too wrong.
That weekend, although it probably sounds uncomfortable, dangerous and totally insane to you, was an absolutely amazing experience, that I think really impacted me. It felt like total freedom, like doing the right thing, finding people that share my values and a way of life I can completely identify with. You cannot imagine how genuinely happy me and my friend were.
One of the things that have definitely and irreversably have changed for me after Gorleben, is my trust in the police. It virtually non-existant. There were 19000 policemen, more than two for every single one of the 9000 protesters they had thought would come. Only that the people who demonstrated were total pacifists and would never ever use violence. Any Highschool Cafeteria would be more likely to cause some act of violence than the poeple at Gorleben. The police on the other hand was extremely agressive and partially really sadistic and despotic, deliberately abusing their powers and breaking the law. We watched lots of videos and tv in the following days ( Gorleben is always topic no 1 on the news) and the way they treated the demonstrators was definitely unecessarily cruel - we were worried sick about the friends we had made and who were still there. Our blockade turned out to be the largest one of the many that there were that night, with 1200 people during the last hours, so there was lots of coverage about it , which helped a little.
I shall shut up now cause I still got lots of things to do and tomorrow there is another big demonstration in Berlin, so I gotta get going.
Lots of love,
Sophie
Jason is singing you a song! His German twin has way awesomer dreads though. and he's less corny
Every year or so there is this huge, big, giant anti-nuclear power thing. It's in Gorleben and its surroundings, a small village in central-north Germany, where there is a dump for nuclear trash and every time a train with new trash arrives, this demonstration/festival/protest takes place. You cant really call it a demonstration, cause the demonstration is only a small part of it. More important are the countless little activities before and (mostly) after. Like chaining yourself to railroads or concerts or whatever. Of course there's more than this one dump in germany, but instead of doing small demonstrations for each of them, it's all bundled up in this one symbolic place.
I've wanted to go there for a really long time and some weeks ago I told a friend about it and she wanted to go, too. So we googled 'Gorleben', found the email adress of some people who hired busses from Berlin to Gorleben and who told us to transfer around 10 bucks to their bank account or whatever we could afford, if we felt like it. That's where our preparations ended.
So we showed up at the place the busses were supposed to show up and they took us to Gorleben, where we participated in the official demosntration. It was great: There were lots of really different people, from hippies to punks and farmers, and the atmosphere was amazing. I've never met so much simple friendliness and readiness to help each other ever before. Also, i got the chance to reconect to lots of people from the green party. There were 16000 people, which is totally crazy for a demonstration in Arizona-sized Germany and was more than there had been in many years. After all the speeches were given, a pretty famous band rooted in that area gave a great concert. After their concert, we ran to their tour bus (I dont even know why) and hang out with them, which in itself was kinda crazy cause they are the type people who are too famous to hang out with ordinary mortals like us. But they were really nice and we hugged and took pictures together.
As it turned out, we didnt have place to sleep. Which was kind of, you know, an odd feeling. But we had heard about an sitting blockade (i dont know the right term in english) right in front of the dump. We didnt have anywhere else to go, so we went there. Maybe we would meet people who could tell us some place to sleep. But by the time we had made it through th 4 or so miles of woods and darkness with heavy luggage and hundreds of special-unit policemen staring at us and shining flash lights at us and us thinking "theyregoingtoarrestustheyregoingtoarrestus" since we were obviously on our way to participate in an illegal blockade, we were at the point where we didnt feel like going anywhere with anybody.
But then we got to the blockade and it was totally awesome. There were about 200 made of awesome people, the farmers gave out straw-sacks so nobody had to sleep directly on the comcrete and robin wood supplied soup. We decided to stay. It was recommended to form groups, so to organize everything more democratically and safer for the individual. We got in a group with 5 super-alternative collge- guys and two girls. They took really good care of us, explained us essential information, like who to call when we get arrested and what kind of arms the police might use against us. we hang out with them all night, except for the random hours when we slept. Most of the time we spent with a guy who looked and acted exactly like Jason Castro (although I did not tell him so cause I figured that guys who look like jason Castro dont necessarily take that as a compliment) and was unbelievably nice. All three of us cuddled up against the extreme cold and moistness and got through the night fairly well that way.
Unfortunately, we had to leave the next day to get back to boarding school. We much rather would have stayed until the end, but oh well. We tramped with some people from some other blockade for about 100km and then took the train, getting back to the "real world", to which we must have looked like dirty crazy hippies. Which actually wasnt too wrong.
That weekend, although it probably sounds uncomfortable, dangerous and totally insane to you, was an absolutely amazing experience, that I think really impacted me. It felt like total freedom, like doing the right thing, finding people that share my values and a way of life I can completely identify with. You cannot imagine how genuinely happy me and my friend were.
One of the things that have definitely and irreversably have changed for me after Gorleben, is my trust in the police. It virtually non-existant. There were 19000 policemen, more than two for every single one of the 9000 protesters they had thought would come. Only that the people who demonstrated were total pacifists and would never ever use violence. Any Highschool Cafeteria would be more likely to cause some act of violence than the poeple at Gorleben. The police on the other hand was extremely agressive and partially really sadistic and despotic, deliberately abusing their powers and breaking the law. We watched lots of videos and tv in the following days ( Gorleben is always topic no 1 on the news) and the way they treated the demonstrators was definitely unecessarily cruel - we were worried sick about the friends we had made and who were still there. Our blockade turned out to be the largest one of the many that there were that night, with 1200 people during the last hours, so there was lots of coverage about it , which helped a little.
I shall shut up now cause I still got lots of things to do and tomorrow there is another big demonstration in Berlin, so I gotta get going.
Lots of love,
Sophie
Jason is singing you a song! His German twin has way awesomer dreads though. and he's less corny
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Updates everyone
I have seriously been slacking. oops. My NaNoWriMo is almost three thousand words. I am working on it. School has cut majorly into my writing time. This long weekend will be good for writing. If you go to my NaNoWriMo page I posted my word count up and I have a summary of the story on there and everything. I am working on it.
Oh and if any of you don't want me to kind of use you or anything like that in my story tell me now because I have noticed a lot of Amoeba-y stuff is kind of in there.
Oh and if any of you don't want me to kind of use you or anything like that in my story tell me now because I have noticed a lot of Amoeba-y stuff is kind of in there.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Urg.
All I wanted was a Obama sticker and nobody is around to walk down there with me. Poo. I guess I will have to find someone to go with.
As for NaNoWriMo. I have been writing but it seems the website and I are not going to get along at all. Also I just learned I will be in Florida for the last days before I have to post my final work count. Meaning I might not get to post it.
Today has not been a good day and a Obama stick might make me happy.
As for NaNoWriMo. I have been writing but it seems the website and I are not going to get along at all. Also I just learned I will be in Florida for the last days before I have to post my final work count. Meaning I might not get to post it.
Today has not been a good day and a Obama stick might make me happy.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Keri Mikulski's Holiday Contest- for two books n a poster. see blog for details.
To enter to win two books and a poster, this month's question is: Are you a giver or a receiver? What do you like better? To give presents or to receive them? Or what is the best present you ever gave or received?
I used to be a definite receiver, but now, I seriously love giving presents. Watching my daughter's eyes light is absolutely amazing. And, of course, I love spoiling my nieces. My best present? Definitely my daughter. :)
Here are the contest rules:
1. To enter to win the above mentioned two books and poster, leave a comment telling me about whether you are a giver or receiver or the best present you ever gave or received.
2. The contest ends at midnight on December 14th, 2008 and the winner will be posted on December 15th, 2008. A family member will pick the winner (including my dog at times).
3. The contest is open to everyone. Don't be shy, my writer friends.
4. If you post the contest on MySpace or your blog, you automatically receive two entries.
I used to be a definite receiver, but now, I seriously love giving presents. Watching my daughter's eyes light is absolutely amazing. And, of course, I love spoiling my nieces. My best present? Definitely my daughter. :)
Here are the contest rules:
1. To enter to win the above mentioned two books and poster, leave a comment telling me about whether you are a giver or receiver or the best present you ever gave or received.
2. The contest ends at midnight on December 14th, 2008 and the winner will be posted on December 15th, 2008. A family member will pick the winner (including my dog at times).
3. The contest is open to everyone. Don't be shy, my writer friends.
4. If you post the contest on MySpace or your blog, you automatically receive two entries.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
My last post lied
I am doing NaNoWriMo now. I am starting today once the site starts to let me fill out everything. I have my account set up. any ideas? I am thinking about continuing my story I started over the summer. I ma going to have to work really hard to get this done but I think I can kind of do it. =] Maybe.
Update! This is my NaNoWriMo update. I have my account set up and I have started to write. I have a thousand plus done so far but not my word counter won't let up paste in the whole thing to count them up.
Update! This is my NaNoWriMo update. I have my account set up and I have started to write. I have a thousand plus done so far but not my word counter won't let up paste in the whole thing to count them up.
Happy First Day of NaNoWriMo
To bad I did not think to look into it more before it was to late to sign up. There is always next year. It's where you try to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. Starts November 1st and ends December 1st.
Twilight News
on the twilight movie page, they said the cast members are gonna go on tour...not exactly sure what they plan on doing, not like theyre gonna perform or anything, maybe just an interview. anywya, the nearest ones are rob pattinson in philly and kristen stewart (that just said somewhere in jersey.) thought u might be interested.
soph....there was nothing on ur post about halloween...or is my comp just being retarded?
soph....there was nothing on ur post about halloween...or is my comp just being retarded?
Hairy Halloween
You might remember that last year I colored my hair and dressed as an emo. This year I took it one step further: I became an emo. Permanently. On the outside at least.
First of all: There is no Halloween in Germany. There always are some little kids who make brave attempts at pioneering, but that's it, really. Nobody trick or treated us, AT ALL.
So I spent the day with a friend from boarding school who came for the weekend and did lots of completely nonsensical things in order to keep my mind off the sad fact that I was missing out on one of the greatest achievements of the anglophone-world. We made it our goal to find every single LP-store in the city (and let me tell you: we found some pretty weird places); stalked a totally not-famous actor who looks like a younger version of Mick Jagger, looked for hippie equipment and hang out in communist sci-fi bookstores.
All in all, it worked pretty well. But when we found ourselves at the end of the day in front of a shelf with hair dye because she wanted to combine her 60s-outfit with a purple punk hairstyle, well, I just couldnt resist. I hadn't known it before, but at that moment I realized that the one-night-spray-paint from last year had started a great tradition of hair-dying on october 31st. So I bought a brown that was a little brighter than my actual hair. And fairly permanent.
2 hours later, when we had dyed'n dried each others hair, I had to realize that the hair color company had lied to me. The dye was really a lot DARKER than my natural hair. It even drowned out the purple I put into it. I look like a total emo/goth now. Like, seriously. Just that the rest of me doesnt match my hair. So now I'm considering restocking my eyeliner-supply.
On the plus side, i have discovered an hidden talent in me: Hairstylist -ing. I know, it sounds odd, since even so much as putting my hair into a ponytail puts me into distress, but just believe me: I'm very ok in cutting and coloring other people's hair. Which i did with my friend yesterday. I think i have found my calling: I should open an emo - hair saloon. With little bats and Marylin Manson posters as decoration.
I hope you all had a great Halloween!!
Madison, a toast on one year of knowing you!!
Lots of love,
emo-soph
First of all: There is no Halloween in Germany. There always are some little kids who make brave attempts at pioneering, but that's it, really. Nobody trick or treated us, AT ALL.
So I spent the day with a friend from boarding school who came for the weekend and did lots of completely nonsensical things in order to keep my mind off the sad fact that I was missing out on one of the greatest achievements of the anglophone-world. We made it our goal to find every single LP-store in the city (and let me tell you: we found some pretty weird places); stalked a totally not-famous actor who looks like a younger version of Mick Jagger, looked for hippie equipment and hang out in communist sci-fi bookstores.
All in all, it worked pretty well. But when we found ourselves at the end of the day in front of a shelf with hair dye because she wanted to combine her 60s-outfit with a purple punk hairstyle, well, I just couldnt resist. I hadn't known it before, but at that moment I realized that the one-night-spray-paint from last year had started a great tradition of hair-dying on october 31st. So I bought a brown that was a little brighter than my actual hair. And fairly permanent.
2 hours later, when we had dyed'n dried each others hair, I had to realize that the hair color company had lied to me. The dye was really a lot DARKER than my natural hair. It even drowned out the purple I put into it. I look like a total emo/goth now. Like, seriously. Just that the rest of me doesnt match my hair. So now I'm considering restocking my eyeliner-supply.
On the plus side, i have discovered an hidden talent in me: Hairstylist -ing. I know, it sounds odd, since even so much as putting my hair into a ponytail puts me into distress, but just believe me: I'm very ok in cutting and coloring other people's hair. Which i did with my friend yesterday. I think i have found my calling: I should open an emo - hair saloon. With little bats and Marylin Manson posters as decoration.
I hope you all had a great Halloween!!
Madison, a toast on one year of knowing you!!
Lots of love,
emo-soph
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