Bushwhacking and Jealousy

Went bushwhacking yesterday which was completely fantastic. Climbing over frozen waterfalls, cliff faces, and crossing semi-frozen-questionable rivers by jumping across stones. Just utterly brilliant. 

Let's just say that I've lost control of several of my extremities today, sore muscles and all. But that's completely fine. Spontaneous bushwhacking does that to a person. 

Some of my good friends are heading to Scotland tomorrow. I'm completely jealous but overly excited for them. Can't wait to get back over. Whiskey. And accents. And Scotland. And whiskey.

Bushwhacking/recovering addict of Scotland,

M

I could say so much more. But I won't. Didn't get much sleep last night because I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning cavorting with friends in their flat. So there. No more for you. That's right, sticking my petulant tongue in your direction.

And Then

Scalding Paranoia

So. I'm a completely paranoid person. I'll admit that. Always looking for a way out, scanning the crowds and surroundings, cataloguing the exits and so on and so forth. Looking out for Swiss officers and the like.

This comes in handy if and when I ever do get attacked or the zombie apocalypse occurs. 

This, however, does not come in handy otherwise.

In fact it actually usually ends up incapacitating me. 

It's also the reason I don't watch thrillers or particularly creepy films; the crazy in me comes out. I jump at every bloody moment ridiculously engineered to mess with the faculties and make you scream and shout like you'll never get to the end of War and Peace.

The other night I started watching a show called Grimm, which may not be particularly creepy to the general populace, but to me it's a regular thriller. Within the first thirty seconds of the show starting.

So there I am. Sitting on the couch with a scalding cup of tea. My sense even tried to save me from this altercation. It said "self, you should not hold a full scalding cup of tea while you watch this as you are likely to freak out at some point" and then I said to my sense "rubbish, I've made it through loads of things without jumping or screaming uncontrollably" to which my sense responded "whatever helps you sleep at night".  And so I sat on the couch with my full cup of scalding tea.

10 seconds. Perfectly fine, jogger going through the woods listening to her ipod. 

17 seconds. More of the same. Friend starts talking to me and I stop paying as close attention to the flick.

23 seconds. DAMMIT. 

23.10 seconds. An unearthly sound emerges from my throat. My arm shoots up.

23.23 seconds. Boiling scalding murderous tea begins to dissipate through the air and my sense says "bloody hell not again"

23.5 seconds. The tea has landed. On my arm. On my stomach. On my legs. 

23.52 seconds. In shock.

23.55 seconds. Screaming bloody murder again. 

23.75 seconds. Cursing rather loudly and then muttering an apology to those present. 

24 seconds. Deciding to never hold a hot beverage while watching anything ever again. 

So being paranoid. Really not an asset at this point. Crossing my fingers that someday it will be. 

Treating third degree burns,

M

Blasted Bird Signals

Feeling a bit surreal at the moment. It took me a while to figure it out, but as I'm sitting here in an empty house, I can hear everything. That's right, I know what you said this morning. 

Well, of course not, silly. Just whatever sounds are in the general vicinity. 

The wind trying to rip the house down. Huff Puff. The incessant tick-tock of a clock on the mantelpiece. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The creaking of old boards in the house and that inescapable electrical noise that hums low in the background.

And then I figured it out. It's the birds.

They're chirping. 

It's January 3rd. There shouldn't be any chirping. Not that it's a crime. Well, sort of.

 Isn't it an unwritten law that there's to be no chirping in MN after November 13th, that there's to be at least five feet of snow by Decemeber 15th, and that it shouldn't bloody look like fall on January 3rd? 

Not that I mind. I love it. 

Except for the fact that it makes me leave my coat lying about when I go outside and I don't realize how ridiculously cold it's becoming outside until I'm physically there and then I'm freezing my arse off, but I can't be bothered to go back and fetch my coat. 

So. Birds are chirping, and I love that, the grass is brown, and I love that.

Now if I can only get my head wrapped around the fact that it is in fact January and not September. 

Disregarding thermometers and meteorologists everywhere,

M

Commercialization: Roadside Ditch

I don't know what it is, but I have seen an uncommon amount of commercials over my break from university this year. This is another gem I managed to stumble across in my pursuit of lazing about and thoroughly giving myself over to the sofa. In fact, I may have assimilated a cushion or two in the process. Enjoy.

Melodies and Prose: Sondre Lerche

HUMAN HANDS
I've been talking to the wall and it's been answering me
Oh darling how I miss you
I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness
I crave the silhouette of your kiss
With only the blue light of the TV on
Lip reading threats and false alarms
There's a boy somewhere holding hands with himself
And a girl in a window on the Reeperbarn
Whenever I put my foot in my mouth and you begin to doubt
That it's you that I'm dreaming about
Do I have to draw you a diagram?
All I ever want is just to fall into your human hands

With the kings and queens of the dance hall craze
Checkmate in three moves in your heyday
But the girls don't listen to your line anymore
Now you're part of someone else

On the factory floor and you still say "Wheres the action?"
Now you manufacture happiness
And get sold on the cheap for someone's satisfaction

All you toy soldiers and scaremongers
Are you living in this world sometimes I wonder
In between saying you've seen too much and saying you've seen it all before

Tighter and tighter I hold you tightly
You know I love you more than slightly
Although I've never said it like this before

Rubbish

Well, I've discovered that I have far too many passwords jumbling around in this thing they like to call a cranium. Signing into anything has really just become preposterous. 

Far too many passwords. Far too less space to remember them. 

Especially when they are all one-offs of each other. 

At the time I'm constructing a password I think, "oh wouldn't it be brilliant if I just change one character for this password that would really fool them' except I'm the one who ends up in a pit of shallow despair trying to figure out what on earth the one-off character is for each little doohickey. 

It's become far too much work. And so I've decided to release my passwords to the world. 

Not really. That would be ridiculous.

And to think, you all got a bit excited about having free reign over whatever I'm currently plugged into. 

Strange phrase, plugged into. 

Anyways. Ahh, my phone has just made a beeping noise. Probably wants me to check it, but we'll fool all those well wishers on the line looking for some answers by not checking. That's the thing about my mobile, I'm completely rubbish at being aware of its position in the known world and then responding accordingly. Although, as I'm now aware of where it actually is at the present moment, I shall endeavor to sate the needs of so and so. 

One moment please.

Ahah. Just telling me it's fully charged. How nifty.

Damn, I wanted to leave that plugged into the wall for three days until I next remember to even look for my phone and in doing so waste energy and cause the spike in electricity that in turn incites a rebellion in some far reach of the world that causes the downfall of Nabisco! 

So. Passwords. Really rubbish at those. Phones. Really rubbish at those as well.

Rubbish in general today,

M