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I'll Be The Man With The Broom, If You'll Be The Dust Of The Room

I thought I was done, but as it turned out I was just lacking inspiration. I was inspired today by my glass of orange juice. No joke. I was sitting here eating my cucumber and cheese and ham sandwich, drinking my juice, when I just sort of thought "god, this juice is so good. but who would want to hear about my oj. oh! right! the interwebs". So I'm back in action. Sort of...

Ahhhhh. Ow. I just bit my tounge whilst eating potato chips. And only have orange juice to drink. It stiiiings.This is a horrible situation. To cheer myself up:

Great.

Libby's Life:

10:45 a.m: I went to the gym with my friend R. Mistake #1. We rode the bikes for 3 minutes, before deciding that we needed to sign up for pilates class. We were told that pilaties required an 8 week pre-course. We then pointed out that our moms have anceint pilates tapes that require nothing but a VCR and some form of stretchy bodysuit. Then we lifted some very light weights for about five seconds. Then we did the "eight minute abs" workout...for two minutes. Now I'm sitting here eating potato chips.

11:55 a.m: Eating potato chips & drinking orange juice. The "self inflicted open wound in mouth+salt+acid incident" occurs.

12:00 p.m: There are lots of flies buzzing around lately. I really dislike flies. They gross me out. Is it true that every time a fly lands, it shits? I heard that somewhere but question the validity...

12:40 p.m: I really love guacamole. I bought some avacados and sour cream and tomatoes and cilantro and stuff so I can make some tomorrow. That just reminded me...I think I left the sour cream in my purse. I should probably move that soon. But it's already sour...hm. Whatever. I think avacados are the greatest thing.

4:00 p.m: I saw a lady with a beard today. I'm not talking a little old grandma peach fuzz. It was a full out quarter inch stubble. No joke. It went down her neck. I couldn't stop looking at it. That was probably the highlight of my day.

11:40 p.m: Fuck, the Facebook photo uploader is slow.

11:46 p.m: Like, really really slow. It was only five pictures. Christ...

Jens (Yens)

It's pretty rare that I fall IN LOVE!!!!!! with a song. But I've gall-darn gone and done it...This song is more entertaining than anything I have to write, I can promise you.

A Postcard to Nina by Jens Lekman

Nina I can be your boyfriend
so you can stay with your girlfriend
Your father is a sweet old man
but it is hard for him to understand
that you wanna love a woman

Nina I can be your boyfriend
if it puts an end to all this nonsens
First time I see you in Berlin
And you don't tell me anyting
Until outside your dad's apartment

Oh God, Jesus Christ
I try to focus on your eyes
we're having dinner with your family now
keep a steady look at your left eyebrow

If it's raised, it means yes,
If it's not it means take a guess
Hey! You! Stop kicking my legs
I'm doing my best
can you pass the eggs

Your father puts on my record
He says "So tell me how you met her:
I get a little nervous and change the subject
and put my hand on some metal object
He jokes and tells that's a lie detector

He takes out the booklet and starts reading
"So I heard you're moving out next season"
I say "Yeah, New York is nice that time of year
almost as green as it is here"
He says "I thought you were moving to Sweden?"

Oh God, what have I done?
I came to Berlin to have som fun
The clock on the wall strikes four, five, six
on your fathers wall a big crucifix
Guess that's why he won't let you go
His catholic heart is big and slow
you know I'll do anything for love
but Nina what were you thinking of?

But Nina I can be your boyfriend
So you can stay with your girlfriend
Your father is mailing me all the time
He says he just wants to say hi
I send back "out of office, auto-replies"

Nina I just want to check in
'cause I think about you every second
So I send you this postcard just to say
Don't let anyone stand in your way
Yours truly, Jens Lekman

Don't let anyone stand in your way
Don't let anyone stand in your way
Don't let anyone stand in your way
Don't let anyone stand in your way

I'm passed out in your garden, I'm in I can't get out...

I've loaned a tag from Molly of the beloved Ashcan Rantings, and it goes a little somethin' like this (ten imaginary dollars if you can name the song that I'm thinking of).


The rules:
With as much creativity as you can muster, show your heart in:
1 picture
1 poem
1 song or piece of music
1 phrase or quote
1 item of clothing
1 place
1 Disney princess

Picture:

I love creamsicles (that's what I'm assuming these ice-creams are) and red hair (see boy on left). This picture isn't really so special, but I do love the feeling. It looks content and almost sarcastic. I've had a million days like this, and hope to have a million more.

Poem:
When I Heard the Learned Astronomer by Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with
much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.

Song:
The Way We Get By by Spoon
(There's a load of "that's the way we get by, the way we get by, the way we get by" so I'm just taking a sampling of the more important lyrics.

We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some with sin
We seek out the taciturn

We get high in backseats of cars
We put faith in our concerns
Fall in love to down the streak
We believe in the sum of ourselves

Item Of Clothing:
I cheated and chose a whole collection (Sonia Rykiel Fall 2008)

Phrase/Quote:

Those that say their glasses are half-full are considered optimists. Yeah, but shouldn't we be more specific about the contents of the glass? If it's a glass of shit, I'm going half-empty. I don't like shit as an optimist. "Yeah, we gotta half-empty shit glass right here." - Demetri Martin

Disney Princess:

I really had nooo idea about this one, as I haven't seen the Disney Princess films in ages, but I found a "which disney princess are you?" quiz online, and answered deep, insightful questions like "what's your favorite color" and "what do you like to do in your spare time"...annnnnnd the result was Belle, from Beauty and the Beast.

Feferoni.

Stuff I Like:
Shopping for groceries all by myself.

Pineapple flavored candies.

Looking up videos of "funny laughs" on YouTube when I'm feeling a little down.

Friends that are skilled enough to cut hair in school bathrooms using small, round-edged, kindergarden scissors.

Earth Hour is this WWF (not the wrestling federation, but the wildlife foundation) thingy where everybody around the world will switch off all the lights from 8:30-9:30pm on March 28th. I learned about it on my milk carton. It's pretty cool, I think. I'll be at a party (because um, I'm a party girl) and we have planned to have an hour of darkness. We're bringing guitars (ok, not me...I'm bringing lemons and limes, but whatever) and candles and are having an hour of nonelectric fun. I urge you to participate...

Diamond Day by Vashti Bunyan

Yes, Bunyan is an unfortunate name. I noticed right away...anyway, this is a wonderful song that I listen to when I walk. It's is also quite good for sitting by the ocean or maybe strolling in a meadow. Her voice is admirable and I dig the "la la la la la la la la la la la laaa" part. The song equivelent of that book Heidi (minus the like, weelchair sabotauge and such).

Sweet Jane by The Velvet Underground

Ahh...so awesome. I'm going to listen to this many times over the next few months.

"Well theyre gonna tell you that everything is just dirt

Yknow that, women, never really faint

And that villains always blink their eyes, woo!

And that, yknow, children are the only ones who blush!

And that, life is just to die!"

Good Weekend by Art Brut

Fuck yes, I'm going to have a good weekend. I would like you to hear all the lyrics for this, but that would be a little tedious. One of the highlights is the part where he yells "I'VE SEEN HER NAKED TWICE!!!! I'VE SEEN HER NAKED TWICE!!!!". It's not a song of substance, and will surely not hold up on my "favorite songs ever" list. I just can't stop listening and dancing around and laughing and getting stoked about the weekend.

You're Gonna Miss Me by The 13th Floor Elevators

You need to listen to this. There's a "digigigigigi" noise that is so fantastic. Apparenly they like, sung into a little like, jug or something to make it. This is psychadelic rock from Texas and rocks my world. This is vidoe worthy, partly to demonstrate the awesomeness happening with the jug. I'm planning on buying this record when I get home.

I have nothing much to say. Maybe that's why I've been sort of skulking my blogging responsiblities. Jag orkar inte, basically. It's one of my favorite Swedish things to say. It's sort of "I don't care, don't have the energy or don't feel like doing whatever I'm supposed to be doing". Good news is that my mom is coming next week to visit. We're going down to Copenhagen for a few days. I've got a cold, but it's getting better. I would actually like to keep my voice how it is, because I think raspy voices are the sex. I'm going to a party with a gold theme tonight, and am pissed. I just have like jewlery and a scarf and makeup. I hate themed parties...too much work. But yeah, I hope you have a nice weekend and are enjoying the spring.

I know 2+2, but I always mess it up when I'm with you...

Swedish isn't a romantic language like French or Italian. It sounds urgent and excited and openly sexy and fun. There's a definate rhythm that English doesn't have, and speaking reqires much more movement of the mouth. There are R's being rolled and whisper sounds being said loudly. Sometimes a sharp intake of breath means "Yep!". It's terribly fun. I just thought this needed to be said, because I spend a large part of my time bitching about how hard Swedish is.

I'm sure you have almost no idea what Swedish really sounds like (God knows I didn't before I came here...no offense Sweden, most people love you but don't really know so much about you besides the basic "ikea, volvo, blonde chicks" thing). These are Swedes in Swedish.

Also, I just wanted to say that the Eurovision Song Contest is ridiculous (read: fantastic). At first I wished The US could compete, but then realized that stuff like this just doesn't seem to work in The States...


Sorry I've been a crap blogger. I've got about seven different posts saved in the "Drafts" file, but they don't feel right. Frankly, this post isn't my favorite either, but whatevah. I hope you have a good week.

you kiss me like potted plants, bite me like fire ants.

I was tagged by MOLLY!MOLLY!MOLLY! to choose my five favorite records. Although I love lists, this is a daunting task, particulary after reading Molly's list. I'm a fickle girl, and very rarely do I find an entire album that I enjoy. So let it be known that this is my "Top 5 Favorite Albums That I Can Think Of Today". If you ask me tomorrow it might be an entire different line up, but as of today these are my favoritas.

Led Zeppelin II by Led Zeppelin
I spent the majority of my summer driving around with the sunroof open, listening to Led Zeppelin II, and dancing...yeah, that head-bobbing, shoulder-shrugging, steeringwheel dance. I was very surprised when I found myself picking this album for my Top 5, because an entire Led Zep album is usually a little too heavy for me.
If You Only Hear One Song: What Is And What Should Never Be

Bare Trees by Fleetwood Mac
Bare Trees was the first Fleetwood Mac I heard, and when I finally did hear the other Macs, I was really surprised. The album isn't too long, so the sort of mild sound doesn't bore the listener. There is one song that's just an old lady reading a poem, and at first I was sort of "um, what the hell? where's the muzak?", but the more I listen to it, the more I appreciate the shaky old voice popping up at the end of the album, rattling off lines. Bare Trees is a great sunny spring day album. Except maybe "Dust". Don't listen to dust in the sun.
If You Only Hear One Song: Spare Me A Little Of Your Love (It's sort of the crowd pleaser, I think. I'm putting "Sentimental Lady" on my little playlist because it's the only one there, but seriously go check out Spare Me A Little Of Your Love, if you want to feel joy.)

My Aim Is True by Elvis Costello

I've expressed my love for Elvis Costello several times, I think. I've just started noticing how different all of my album choices are. If Led Zeppelin II was the dark coffee, Bare Trees would be the milk, and I think this would be the hazelnut flavored syrup. His voice is unique and the songs are catchier than sin. I also went through a period where I was strongly considering changing my name to Alison (this was post-Angie, pre-Lucy stage). I'm still considering it for my future daughter. Or dog.
If You Only Hear One Song: Watching The Detectives

Oracular Spectacular by MGMT

I love the entire record. It's one of the few albums I downloaded in full. My sister bought the record & it's waiting at home for me. At parties MGMT is the first artist I look for, while scrolling through the designated party iPod. "Time To Pretend" makes me want to move to Paris, shoot some heroine and fuck with the stars. Basically they rule my world.

If You Only Hear One Track: The Handshake or Kids. I can't decide.

Beggars Banquent by The Rolling Stones

Eh, I had trouble deciding if this was really one of my Top 5. It's a great bluesy album, and I do love it. I listened to this like a maniac last year, at about this time. I just now learned that the album art was changed shortly after released, because the first release's plain white sleve was too similar to one of The Beatles albums. I have always wondered why my dad's copy was different then the one in most pictures. I guess it's because he's so old...oh well, thanks Dad! It's overall a solid album, and there are no songs that make me want to lift the needle up. I'm sure that this would be the first record to get kicked off the list, as I'm not totally crazy in love with it. If You Only Hear One Song: Sympathy For The Devil (One of the greatest songs of all time, I think)

Also, I'm supposed to tag 5 people.

Z from Hearts Minds Melodies (inaccurately linked as something else on my little "people I like" thing.

Alix from Mad North-Northwest (accurately linked on my little "people I like" thing)

Jane from Plain Jayne (uh...she goes to college)

Maggie from The Remedie (watches lots of movies. very excitable)

Maya from Life On A Postcard (she's cute, that's why)

These Are The Reasons

I've got this week off of school, thanks to the Swedish appreciation of the outdoors (it's one of many "sport breaks"). We have rented a cabin at the base of a mountain on the border of Norway, and will be spending four days skiing and eating and such. I'm more than stoked.

Dearest Reader.
I'm in a sticky situation. My headphones are broken. Well, one headphone is broken. The left one works, but that means I can just hear half the music. It's more irritating than actually having broken headphones, because technichally they still work, and I feel bad about buying new ones when mine still work. This is all just a preface to my real issue, unfortunately. I've never had to buy headphones, they just came with my iPod or Walkman or whatever. So, my question to you is: should I go big or small? I'm a list maker, so I came up with the good things about both. Per usual, my list just made the decision more difficult, so now I am asking you. What ever shall I do?

PROS of BIG: Better sound, more comfortable on ears, cool looking

PROS of small: Not so obvious & can eavsedrop or listen with one ear, can share with friend, less expensive.

Happy Valentines Day. Or not...

Glazed Over, But Not Iced Out.

Songs I Like Today (Honestly. I'm literally looking at my "Recently Played" playlist, so this is not faux shit. It's totally genuine shit, in fact.)

1. Superstar (Acoustic Live Version) by Lupe Fiasco
The non-acoustic version is great, but this is gold. Lupe is one of my favorite rappers, and fits more in the like, "chill alt-rap, created by intelligent individuals who wear colorful clothing" genre. I just spell checked genre (it's working again, I guess) and was so baffled about why all my words were highlighted in youspelledthiswrong,dumbass-yellow. Then I realized my spell check is in Swedish.

2. 1 by Joy Zipper
This song filled the hole in my heart that I've been saving for a song with the lyrics "Lying naked in the sun making eyes at everyone, you're the one". It also has the other important factors that I look for in a good song. It's a duet, there's lots of repetition, the lyrics aren't complicated and the vocals are pretty normal so I can sing it without the dreaded crack of the voice. Basically a great spring song.

3. Monsters Under The Bed by Eugene McGuinness
Fan-fucking-tastic. It's wacky and despite Eugenes unfortunate name (the Eugene, not the McGuinness), I'm 100% in love with his voice. Well, not 100%...maybe 80%. Whatever, it's a fine song for like, bus stop waiting and getting dressed and all those times you just want to whine "Ugh...I don't even give a rats ass. I want to go home and watch Fresh Prince re-runs or maybe sleep."

4. Revelry by Kings of Leon
Yeah, yeah. You've probably heard evey single person on the interwebs raving about them, and rightly so. They manage to put out actual albums, not just a collection of shit songs with one or two standout tracks. I've noticed that I'm much more likely to fall in love with a band that puts out an entire solid album (Outkast, Arctic Monkeys, Fleetwood Mac, MGMT, Elvis Costello). But yeah, my sister got the record for me, and it's waiting safely at home. Also, Kings of Leon are very sexy (more the sound than the looks, but I certainly wouldn't leave them at the doorstep).

5. The Blues Are Still Blue by Belle and Sebastian
You're probably wondering why I keep choosing slightly whiney UK bands who seem to sing only about their sad days and odd observations. To that I say HA. Because this is not the complaining Belle and Sebastian. This is the bluesy and fun Belle and Sebastian that I enjoy very much. It's a perfect mood lifter.

6. Wondrous Place by The Last Shadow Puppets
I read somewhere on the www that The Last Shadow Puppets' music sounds like a sort of James Bond theme. I think it's more of a 40's lounge type thing, but whatever. Wondrous Place is a low-key jam that I would listen to while walking on the beach. Or maybe while I lay on the bed with my lover, smoking a cigarette. Or maybe while sipping expensive drinks whilst wearing a glittery dress.

7. Shove It by Santogold
"We think you're a joke, shove your hope where it don't shine" is a fantastic way to give people a peice of your mind. It is a fantastic diss for school officials (when hope is pushed on you and your thickskulled peers), losing sports teams, and ass kissers of all sorts. I'm not so into the oddball female hip-hop girls, but this is a great angsty beat.

8. Take Off Your Sunglasses by Ezra Furman & The Harpoons
It's not really a song of substance, but that doesn't really mean it's not a substantial song. It's sort of a blues throwback with lot's of oh mah baby, oh mah baby, oh mah babying and harmonica. I love me some of that harp.

In The Middle Of The Night Everybody Loves Everybody These Days.

Book Wise: There's really no plot, but it's an "omg, this is like my life" sort of book. Basically a 18 year old guy living in Michigan in the early ninties, trying to figure out what the fuck he is going to do with his life. It's written in a sort of colloquial way with lots of random little quips, and honest thoughts and pop culture tidbits. It's short and sweet and I enjoyed it highly. Life Wise: I like the fact that I get to use the word "promenera" on a daily basis. I like the fact that I can go to a castle just you know, whenever. I like discussing and laughing about dirty things with my friends. I like the fact that my mom called me tonight. I like sweet crunchy waffles with strawberry jam and whipping cream. I like harmonicas. I'm excited to go skiing next week.

Film Wise: Edward Scissorhands was on tonight. I watched and cried. I've seen it several times, of course, but a cookie for a heart? I don't stand a chance. And I really do love it. The small things made me laugh (hedges cut into dinosaurs, Edward folding his scissors in embarassment, etc) and I have now found my next halloween costume. I also came to the conclusion that besides being "numero uno", "talented god", "People Magazines Sexiest Man Alive, 2003" and other noteable things, Johnny Depp is probably a gentle soul. Or maybe he's just a good actor?

Music Wise: Lately I've been listening to loads of beatz. I'm not sure if it's because it reminds me of "good timeeez" or what, but it seems to fit my mood perfectly. I'm also wondering why I keep spelling stuff with Z's. Anywhoo, you can't be in a bad mood while listening to "Fix Up, Look Sharp" by Dizzee Rascal (Z mystery solved) or "Nuthin but a "G" Thang" by Dre or "Because I Got High" by Afroman or "How Do U Want It" by 2Pac or "Regulate" by Nate Dogg. Sometimes I dance my way home from the bus stop. Also, I really like "Take Off Your Sunglasses" by Ezra Furman And The Harpoons.

Food Wise: Falafel. There are really no appetizing photos of falafel, and the first two times I ate it I really didn't enjoy it so much. But now...oh boy, I'm a fool for falafel. Falafel is one of my favorite words too.

Clothing (Dare I Say "Fashion"?) Wise: Monki
I know most of you aren't currently residing in Sweden, but we all know that a blog is a shrine to ones self, so whatever, I'm talking about it anyway. Monki is this cartoony fantasy world sort of store. Loads of odd cuts and sort of muted colors. There seems to always be great sales happening. The website is all in Swedish and you can't shop there, but it will give you an idea of why I like it so much. Now, in my usual fashion I will give you a list. This list has two sections.

A) Things I Own, But Am Too Lazy To Take Photos Of Myself In
and
B) Things I Plan On Buying When They Go On Sale, Or When I'm "In The Mood"

We'll start with B (Things I Plan On Buying When They Go On Sale, Or When I'm "In The Mood", just to make this more hip and unpredictable.

A) Things I Own, But Am Too Lazy To Take Pictures Of Myself In*
* This skirt is pictured on me, and off me. The shirt I'm wearing is also Monki, but too old to be on the webiste.

Hope you have a nice beginning of Feb.

Mah Brain Is So Mundane

I like the idea of being a tortured writer. In order to do this, I would need to be internet free. I would have no money and live in a shoddy flat (I would call it a flat,just for the effect) and fall in love and use a type writer and write an a way that nobody else does.

Maybe I have been watching too many movies. All brilliant female authors seem to be oddballs, while the men are glamorous bohemians with just the right amount of pain inside.

I have tried art, but am a definate words person. Song writing is out of the question because I have an issue with ryming things. Poetry is too whiney. I'm a words person.

I want a library and my record collection and a bay window looking over the city. I want a motorcycle with a basket and a meaningful tattoo somewhere hidden on my body and a vast array of cardigan sweaters and souvineres collected on worldy jaunts.
My house will be painted and smell like vanilla and leather and my kitchen pantry will always have exactly what you want. There I will write about love and things I don't know about and what I want and what I like about people. My desk is going to be full of lists. Words I like, favorite names, top five music videos ever, silly liscense plates that I've seen.

My notebook is always with me and I can never find my keys. People are kind but sometimes they wonder about me. They ask my sister how I am. She knows that I'm pretty alright and tells them so.

People don't know that I speak Swedish and have a scar on my ass and enjoy the sound of hay being bailed in a field because I don't tell them right off the bat. I like people to come to me. I'm a responder. I need someone to work off of. The people I associate myself with are not like me. they are the type of people that everybody wants to be associated with. Two dominant people can never be great friends.

I aim to please and like to make people happy. I look for presents year round, and save them in my closet for the right day. I don't always choose Christmas or birthdays...sometimes I just give a gift to cheer my friend up, or to top off a great day or something. I give bums sandwiches because I can and it might make them happy and maybe when the wander back into their ally at night they will have a little hope and think that people aren't really so bad afterall. Maybe I just want to save someone.

Cripes. Inspiration struck...I just watched Moulin Rouge (overrated, but still good) and read a great book and generally had a good day. Why can't I be inspired all the time? This is why I think writing would be a perfect job for me. Somedays I'm inspired as fuck, others...well, look at my last few months of blog postings and you'll get the idea. Have a nice day.

So Respectable

"A) Link back to the blog that tagged you. Ashcan Rantings. B) Link back to the originator of this meme, which is The Dino Lounge. C) Create your own list of 20 men that you admire and post them on your blog. D) Tag 5 other people to particpate in this meme. E) If you like, please let The Dino Lounge know that you've participated in this meme so he can check out your posting and comment on it. Thanks."

I'm a law bendin' son of a bitch, so I'm not tagging anybody. And you may notice that I started at six. That's because I got bored of thinking of people to choose. I don't really admire that many people, because I don't even know them. They might seem great, but maybe they were wife beating assholes...you never really know. So my cynical self only chose fourteen...but there are definately more, they just weren't coming to me, or didn't seem deep enough (t. ex. Hulk Hogan, for his willingness to wear bandannas and have a fantastic mustache). So, they're really in no particular order. It would have been more complete if I was allowed to add women, but apparently this was the Admirable Men game, so I'll throw an admirable women or two in my blog sometime in the near future...

6.

Naw, I'm not a super sport person. I get pissed when I find out the sick amount of money professional athletes earn. But Michael Jordan is one classy dude. Ruling the basketball world wasn't enough, so he decided to mix things up and play baseball. I will never play pro baseball or baskeball, so double awesome points there. Then he retired and started his own multimillion dollar company. He was in Space Jam. And "Look who we've got our Hanes on now!" will always be Michael Jordan doing something casual and masculine in his tighty whities. Basically MJ worked life...
7.
Frank Zappa is cooler than you will ever be. Sorry...
8.

Bryan Charles is honest and intense and interesting. His writing style is non conventional and there are no metaphores that a real 17 year old guy wouldn't use, and there's no glamorous sex with New Yorks socialites and there's no family death. It's a great great book. I read it in two days and made my Swedish friend read it, because it's a perfect picture of growing up in The US. I am so excited to read more by this guy.

9.

Sir Edmund Hillary and his (lesser known, but equally fantastic) sherpa guide Tenzing Norgay. I would never climb Everest, and you know...cheers to the first guy to think of doing something super extreme and crazy like that.
10.

Wilbur & Orville Wright are the reason that I can zip to London over a weekend.
11.

Johnny Depp is the man.
12.

Atticus Finch. I know he's not technically real, but he's one of my favorite book characters (behind Scout, but she's a girl, so is not allowed on this list) and I think he deserves a spot. I choose the book cover, because I think you should imagine him yourself.

13.

Elvis Costello.

14.

Bill Bryson has really lived...I would love to travel the world and write books about it.
15.

The Beatles. I think I might be going to London this spring, and am fully planning on going on a Beatles Tour (ok, stop laughing...).
16.

Nelson Mandela.

17.

Barack Obama...duh.

18.

Jean Michael Basquait is not an Andy Warhol. On the contrary, he might actually have been fun to hang out with.
19.

I don't think the Cohen Brothers have made a bad film yet.

20.

Pete Doherty.

"A recent example: On New Year's Eve, he played a gig in his own apartment for a select group of fans. After the set, he retreated into his bedroom and had the kids line up outside, entering one by one, at which point they were allowed to request a single song for a private performance. What kind of popular artist, big or small, does this kind of thing? Well, yes: an artist looking for quick cash to buy drugs. But there's more at work than a need for a fix."

When I ask Doherty if he's had any offers from labels, he chuckles. "Nobody wants to touch me, man," he says, mussing his hair in agitation. "They're afraid. They think it would be a car crash." He laughs again, more harshly this time, and without smiling. Gesturing at his trashed surroundings, he continues, "They don't realize, the car's already crashed. And there's been a nuclear explosion. And we're the last people alive on Earth." (Rolling Stone)

Innocence & Arrogance Combined

Today was an alright day. I got up too early and felt sick. It was one of those days when you aren't exactly comfortable with yourself though. My ribs were all sore from volleyball practice the day before and my shirt was sort of riding up and my socks were slipping down. Then we had to play golf in gym class. Apparently my putting skills are "above par". I laughed when my friend told me this, because it's a very obvious pun. Never once have I had a gym teacher that didn't scare me. Later I forced myself to do math that I am sure to forget next week, then ate plain spaghetti noodles for lunch. I felt kind of sick, and decided to come straight home. The bus home was too full, and I had to sit by a sort of smelly kid with a furry, half grown mustache. When I got home I ate an orange and had a peice of toast, that was slathered with Nutella. I watched That 70's Show, but was disappointed because it was one of the episodes with Mitch. Then I watched some Flight of the Conchords. I ate fish and potatoes for dinner and listened to my sister practice her French. Then I listened to her sing snippets of ABBA songs. I washed my colored clothes and cleaned my room. I read a little bit and checked my Facebook and tried to blog about something. I couldn't think of anything and realized that while my Swedish improves at a ridiculously slow rate, my English language skills are decreasing rapidly. Have a nice day.
Celestially Yours,
Libby