The Daily Nonsense #1:

 Tess loves frogs and Steffi is calling her mother.

Song for November 20th

“And love is not a victory march; it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah.” This is what Jeff Buckley says in one of his many beautiful songs. I hate to say this, because it’s not a very optimistic, promising or hopeful idea, but I think he might be right….

Jeff Buckley – Hallelujah

Hairy Situations #2

It’s been a while, but I believe I still owe you this: the result. And not only do I owe it to you, I also love it very much so I just really want to show it to you.

Here’s before:

Oh, how long it was back then....

And here’s after:

And how short it is now..!

 

Big difference, eh? And just in case you were wondering: my friends are indeed still my friends…

Hairy Situations #1

Tomorrow at 12 in the afternoon I have an appointment at the hairdresser’s. I know that I have to get my hair cut; it’s been 11 months. The problem is I don’t how I want it. I’ve been thinking about a drastic change for a long time. Drastic as in short, very short.  I’m just not sure if I’m up for it. Do I want it enough? Am I tough enough to pull it off? I seriously don’t have the answers to those questions. So to help myself I’ve decided to make a list of pro’s and con’s. You never know, it might help me make up my mind. 

Pro:

The long hair is bothering me; it gets in the way of things.

My hair is bushy and so thick I usually only comb it once a week. Which is just silly.

My hair is so long now, I never wear it loose anyway.

Not only is my hair very long, I’m also losing it by the bushes. There’s long, blond hairs everywhere: my clothes, the bath, the kitchen. And of course everyone knows it’s me leaving all the hair behind.

 

Con:

It might look terrible.

The shape of my head might turn out to be really ugly.

People might look at me like I’m crazy or ugly, or both.

Boys might not find me attractive anymore or they might find me unfeminine.

You have nothing left to hide behind, or, if you put it differently, it’s less about the hair

It will take me at least 3 years to grow it back to the length it is now.

So, the thing is, I know a lot of the things that are on the con-list are Ri-diculous. You should never do or don’t do anything because other people might like or hate it. Plus: it might take me 3 years to grow my hair back, but the more important fact is: it DOES eventually grow back. It’s only hair, my friends will still be my friends and if a guy disses me because my hair is too short, he is not worth it.

But still… oh so hard…. I guess we’ll know tomorrow…

Sexy Vampires

Thanks to my friend BM, I can now add another tv-show to my already long list of series-addictions: True Blood. It’s a series about the ‘coming out’ of vampires into the human-world, thanks to the invention of some kind of chemically produced blood. Some vampires are nice and actually only drink this new form of blood, while others still fulfill their thirst by biting into people’s veins. Then there’s the humans: some say vampires shouldn’t have any rights, others are curious about getting to know vampires. Great recipe for interesting TV if you ask me. 

The way in which it is shot is amazing to me. The images that they use have a very associative effect on me. The vampires are mostly either completely lunatic or way too pale and mysterious, but somehow it doesn’t seem to matter much. I mean, if you can make drinking someone’s blood look like something sensual, I think you’re good.

Watch the opening credits. See how you like it.

Letter to a Loved One

They say it’s a thin line between love and hate. I always thought that it was just something they say, but knowing you has made me realise that it’s not just something they say; it can actually be true.

I love you for the fact that we experienced things together that were all very new to me, like keeping each other awake all night and then, at the first light of morning, driving to the beach and eat breakfast there. With you it was like I was overstepping the boundaries of time. Nothing seemed to matter much when we were together – school, money, time. Also because of you, I now know that bodies can speak a much more powerful language than words will ever be able to do. I know that these things may seem small, but they meant - and still mean - a lot to me. I know this because I remember all of them as if they happened just yesterday.

And this is also where the hate comes in: you are still so present in my head. After all this time it still feels like it was only yesterday. The thing I hate most about this is that I’m almost certain that I’m not as present in your head as you are in mine. I fear that I haven’t been half as special to you as you have been to me. That I didn’t teach you anything, about life or love. This makes me feel like a foolish, naive child. Then of course there’s the fact that you aren’t just in my head, but you are actually, in bodily form, still in my life. Now this in itself is not something I hate. What I do hate is that when we see each other we don’t seem to be able to find a way to deal with each other in a normal way. I don’t feel like I’m myself when I’m around you and I get the sense that you aren’t comfortable being around me. Why this tension? Why is it so hard? I sincerely hope that the passing of time will allow us to be friends. Maybe friends is even too big of a word; I hope we can eventually find a way to be around each other.

To end on a more positive note – positive for me that is: I love that we are not together anymore. Because I know you will never really change and that it never would have worked out. I cherish the times we shared together, but in the end I am better off without you. And I love that I can, after all this time, say this and mean it at the same time.

Song for October 15th

Just Jack – Mourning Morning

Oh boy, here we go….

Ok, let’s make this beginning quick and hopefully painless.

This is my first ever blog and my first actual attempt to share things that I produce with the world. I find it an extremely scary development… Let’s just wait and see where it takes me. And you.