Total randomness - or the mysterious ways of my brain.

My mind is filled with a huge amount of random knowledge (not necessarily useful - however it does come in handy while playing Trivial Pursuit or other similar games) and numbers. I’ve always been able to remember phone numbers, anniversaries, passwords, PIN codes, and so forth. Or maybe I should say I’ve always been unable not to remember.
If you ask me what my grandparent’s phone number was (and they’ve been dead for 15+ years) or the phone number for my best friend in Kindergarten I could tell you in a heartbeat. Old regional codes and all. But I don’t know why. It’s not that it’s useful in any way. And sometimes I wonder if I stops me from learning new things. I mean it’s my brain. Surely there’s a limit to just how much knowledge it can contain ;o)
Besides in the world of modern technology I really don’t need to remember phone numbers. They are on my cell phone. So cut it out brain!

I usually think in English (or at least partially in English – I’m not so good with the grammar…). This makes things difficult sometimes because I tend to forget the Danish words to describe things/emotions/etc.
And when I curse it’s in a blend of Danish, German and English. I have no idea why.


I have a thing about language in general. I have favorite phrases or words in different languages, mainly because I like the sound of them because the translation usually butchers the beauty of the words.

And I love quotes.

"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit. "No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way."
Winnie the Pooh

So I’ll just leave you all by saying:

“I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
Dr. Seuss

Lists, notebooks and other random things.

Although I thrive in chaos (which is visible if you’d seen my house…*sigh*) I can’t help but organizing my thoughts (sort of).

I have a thing for notebooks. Paper notebooks. And preferably hardcover ones. (Which by the way is called kinabog (– or kinabøger if there’s more than one) in Danish [roughly translated to Chinabook – Chinabooks – ] probably because they are made in China?)



Next to the library, bookstores are my favorites. I love the atmosphere there. All kinds of books, pens, paper, notebooks, folders, calendars, computer games, bags... All in one place. Yeah, I could go on and on about this. But I won’t. I promise.





Back to the notebooks.

I write a lot.

Short stories, scribbles, words, phrases. Whatever. [My secret dream is that I one day will actually be able to put all these things together and write a novel. But I also know that I’m nowhere near good enough to pull it off. That’s why it’s called a dream ;o) ]

But mostly I write lists to organize myself. (Someone once said that making lists was just an act of procrastination… I don’t know…)

I don’t think my world would function without my notebooks (Yes I have more than one. What? They are sorted by content…). I just didn’t know notebooks came as an app for computers as well.


Thanks to tedoe and eurOut I might just have to download Evernote (being a non-Mac’er and all that’s what I have to settle for. Maybe I should get a Mac next time? There seems to be a lot more apps for Mac.).

I was familiar with mind-maps, though. I use free mind or cmap tools for school stuff. [I work wonders when you have to sort out things in History… Or Science…]

But still. I don’t think I would ever forsake my paper notebooks. There’s just something compelling about writing by hand.

I'm sorry....

Sometimes life just gets in the way of...well life.

This monday (while I was finishing my post for Memory Monday) I got a call from my mother. My dad had had an accident at work. She wasn't sure how bad it was, but she couldn't go anywhere because my dad always takes the car to work. So she asked if I could take her. And of course I could.

I will spare you the cruel details, but 'after all' he 'only' injured a finger (the middle finger on his right hand - they were able to put it back on and he get's to keep it), but it still meant that we spend most of the evening at the hospital (My mom and I went home when he went to surgery). The next day we went to get him home.

I haven't been home since Monday and due to that I haven't been able to finish my post on Memory Monday. I haven't given an update on the Beaver Bunch topics for the week, I haven't uploaded tons and tons of random pictures, comic strips and/or videos...
I have postponed Memory Monday till next Monday.
The Beaver Bunch topics... I haven't even had time to see them yet, but I will and if you still haven't saved the url click on the Beaver Bunch logo over to the right.

I am way behind on everything this week:
YouTube (and The L Word)
AfterEllen (recaps, B.J. Fletcher and This Just Out, articles)
eurOut
MySpace
Twitter

Not to mention that I got a new carpet in my livingroom this weekend and I haven't been home to put the furniture back in place. Most of them are too heavy for one person to carry alone (my dad was supposed to help me but maybe I can get my brother-in-law to help).

But now that everything is back to normal hopefully I'll catch up on everything.
How was your week so far?

Random Saturday Post.

So I know this is stupid. Or weird. Or even both ;o)
But while I was wasting time (on YouTube where else...) I found this.
And now I really want to watch the series again *sigh*.
Intro:


Also.

I was watching pictures from my childhood (how long does this period of time last?). One of them was from my room, and I realized that I had a picture (more like a small poster, really) of Edward Furlong on my wall. Why, might you ask? (Or not, but I'll answer anyway).
Because I couldn't find a poster with Linda Hamilton. Maybe I wasn't really trying that hard after all, because I already had a poster with Belinda Carlisle, and I didn't want anyone to figure out that I was more interested in the girls than the boys.
And everybody else (aka my friends) thought he was cute, so...Edward instead of Linda Hamilton....?
Nowadays I don't plaster my walls with posters. I put them in my blog .

Belinda Carlisle

Linda Hamilton

Now if you need a picture of Edward Furlong to compare whether or not it was an okay choice to have him on my wall, I suggest you Google it ;o)

What Type of Lesbian Are You? (Inspired by Curve Mag.)

So I took this quiz called: What Type of Lesbian Are You? (Inspired by Curve Mag.).


And weirdly enough I thought it was spot on.

The full result is somewhere on my blog 444444444444 overthere...

"You Scored as The Surprise! Dyke
Despite the dead giveaways, such as the tattoos and love of the L Word, people still seem to think that you're straight."


I do have tattoos. (Just two - but still...)
I own a motorcyle.
I love the L Word (and Loving Annabelle, Imagine Me and You, etc.).
I'm addicted to AfterEllen.
I have 'gay hands' ;-)

But somehow people still don't know I'm gay. Why is that?