EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME 'CAUSE I'M SAILING ON A BOAT

Finished reading The end of Mr. Y a couple of days ago, reading Norman Mailer's The executioner's song now. I dreamed really funny dreams when I read The end of Mr. Y; in one of the dreams, me and a boy I sorta dated went to a place called "Disappearance and delivery." It was a place you went to if you wanted to disappear ("Disapperance", obviously) and a place you went to if you wanted to get the new name and adress of the person who wanted to disappear (which I guess "Delivery" stood for). I wanted to disappear because I wanted the boy to never have known me; he wanted to know where I would go. Weird dream. But it was very The end of Mr. Y which by the way, was lovely. I highly recommend it.

IN THE TIME OF CHIMPANZEES, I WAS A MONKEY

So, videoblog in the last post! Think I might videoblog again.

Anyway, I was just going through my old files on this computer and, apart from finding miserable and highy amusing diary-entries from when I was fifteen that almost always ended in "Life is so unfaaaair!" and "You just don't GET me at all!", I also found something I wrote when I was 18 which I decided to publish here because it is so extremely different from the way I write now. I mean, I write from the perspective of a guy which I never do now, mainly because I'm a) not a guy (whoa, didn't see that coming) and b) because too many books are written from a guy's point of view with an underlying male agenda and I won't put more of that toxic bullshit out there.

Also, other things that are wrong with this story: I mention The Shins in it, not explicitly but it's there: rookie mistake. If I mention music now in stories, I always go for the classic ones, like The Beatles, Joni Mitchell, whatnot, simply because they will always be known; bands like The Shins, they could be gone tomorrow. I think it just looks tacky or something to mention The Shins, Band of Horses etc. Current music. Also...nah, there are a lot of things wrong with this story. However, what I do like about it is:
The title (awesome, even though I reckon it's grammatically incorrect)
The language (nothing wrong with that, suits the story although I use the word "smirk" a little bit too much)
The ending ("the whore, J thought, what a whore she is that girl, what a fucking whore." Like, you can't not see his point, haha.)
The fact that the story does have some sort of background, i.e. J is hurt. Unfortunately, the (semi) metaphor doesn't quite hit home. But whatever. I was young, I was stupid. Anyway, if you want to read it, click on the link down below:

REMEMBRANCE OF THINGS LONG PAST

IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY LYRICS YOU CAN PRESS FAST-FORWARD

So, videoblog today! Exciting (or you know, maybe not so much). Unfortunately, the sound is a bit out-of-sync but you still get what I mean (I assume). My English is a little bit funny but whatever (as I keep on repeating). It's also quite obvious that I've learned to speak English from watching American TV shows and not, like, The office (although, obviously, I do). Or the Queen. Oh, and another thing: disregard all those "Oh my God!" and "Damn!". I'm sounding very girly.

IT'S ALL RIGHT, IT'S OK, I'LL LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY

Hi dear book blog,

Today I'm working from 4-8 and then I'm going over to Robin's where we will celebrate Karl-Oskar's birthday. Will have a few glasses of wine and then I will be going home at a reasonable hour.

I'm currently reading The end of Mr. Y by Scarlett Thomas; I bought it in Gothenburg about a year ago and have been waiting patiently for the right time to read it because I always knew I would love it and now the right time is here and I love it. I gave up on Iris Murdoch's The sandcastle. Frankly, it was boring or maybe I just had really high expectations because A fairly honourable defeat was so good. Ended up not re-reading The millstone by Margaret Drabble. Think I want to read one of the Harry Potter books after I've finished reading The end of Mr. Y. I've been watching some of the movies lately, mainly because Daniel Radcliffe is so good-looking, and it was a long time since I read any of the books. Might be time for it.

I SPILLED THE WINE, YEAH IT WAS A MESS

A couple of days ago, a boy texted me in the middle of the night, saying that "You look like Zooey Deschanel." Sweet. Boys can be sweet. To update you on my health: I'm better! Sorta. Will return to work on Wednesday. Just realised I can't buy anything at all these months, as I need to save money for the move to London. And I'm such a shopaholic, at least when it comes to books, music and shoes. Oh well.

I'm still reading the Drabble book; when I'm done with it I'll probably go for The sandcastle by Iris Murdoch. Need some Murdochian characters in my life. Need that extremely English writing as well, which I guess Drabble also provides, but no one does the typically English quite like Murdoch.

UPDATE:
Decided to take a break from The middle ground and read Murdoch now. Or, I don't know, might read Drabble's The millstone first.

YOU WHO SEE ME, SEE BEYOND REALITY. I AM IN YOUR HEAD AND ONLY IN YOUR HEAD

I'm so sick it's weird. Not fun. Unable to move, but it's getting better. On 13 aspirin a day, doctor's orders. Fun! I'm just happy I don't have to take those nasty codeine pills because I hate them. Took them in England and dude, (New Year's resolution: say dude more) Citodon sucks. Probably not one for the codeine, makes me feel a) sick b) confused c) tired d) sorta drunk.

Anyway, finished reading The waterfall by Margaret Drabble yesterday, and started reading The middle ground by the same author right away. She's so bloody amazing; the way she writes is just mindblowing to me. Will put up a lot of quotes from The waterfall later on, when I feel a little better, i.e. when I'm no longer epically sick. Now, I know no one except me reads all the quotes I put up, but this blog is mostly for me anyway. I have no idea how many people read this blog and intend to keep it that way.

PREVIOUSLY ON 24

New year. My New Year's resolution is to learn the dance to Beyonce's Single ladies; fun but not easy. I had a great New Year's Eve for once; the previous ones have normally and unfortunately ended with me completely missing the countdown and the "Happy New Year!" greetings at midnight because of way too much alcohol, but this year was a lot nicer. We danced a lot to this song which might be one of the best songs ever (fast-forward to 0:38 and wait a couple of seconds.)

To write a bit about books, I'm currently reading The waterfall by Margaret Drabble; went to the library last week. Bought two new books as well; Testimony by Anita Shreve, which seemed like one of those books that are good to read when you don't have anything to read and don't want to read anything too dense, and something called The lace reader by Brunonia Barry. Not really my type of book, but the story seemed rather unsual and the cover was beautiful haha. See, I manage to be a little bit shallow even when it comes to literature. Also: Got all of the books I had wished for, and read Dave Cullen's Columbine at the end of 2009. Was really good, and cleared up a lot of confusion and misconceptions people have about the Columbine shooting. I've been extremely interested in high-school shootings since I was around 12; I think it's because it's such a desperate act, it really is the last resort and the answer is never as easy as "Well, he was bullied." It's almost always more complicated than that. If you look at Klebold and Harris, for example, they were not badly bullied; there was something else there. Anyway, in 2027 the Colorado police or maybe FBI (can't remember which) will release all the Basement tapes and 911 calls from the shooting. I'll be 37, but hopefully I'll remember this so note to self Julia. Although I can live without the 911 calls; too disturbing. But I've always wanted to see all the Basement tapes which are the tapes that Klebold and Harris made before the shooting which (interesting fact) took place on Hitler's birthday, most likely (But I'm speculating) Harris' choice, as he was very interested in Hitler and the Holocaust and sorta idolised Hitler. Klebold, on the other hand, was Jewish. Anyway: if you want to read some of Klebold's and Harris' journals, visit this webpage: http://acolumbinesite.com/diary.html

Another New Year's resolution I have is to finish CotmWM. I'm moving to London in April, so hopefully I'll have time to finish it then as, I reckon, it's probably more fun to sit down and write in London than it is in Örebro. But, at the same time, who am I kidding? I'm moving there with friends, I will just be drunk for three months straight. Oh well.