Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with people. In the computer room, there are four good computers that you can play mp3s on. I'm on one of them. I was here first. I, for once, started playing MY music, first some Josh Ritter and now, because of my wrath, Interpol. Quite obviously, you don't start playing on one of the other computers when someone else is already playing. But someone is. I am in this moment getting Interpol's PDA ruined by background sounds from crap 70s cockrock. AH! SOD OFF EVIL PERSON PLAYING CRAP MUSIC! I WAS HERE FIRST! DON'T YOU KNOW THE UNWRITTEN LAWS?! I am in quite a mood today, you see. I missed my bus first, so I was too late to actually attend my organisation and leadership class, when I got here I realized I had forgot my keys at home. This was also the day that I brought the seven books with me that I have to go to the library with. Good things: I listened to B&S on my way here, and that made me feel good and twee and happy. I am buying a nice sweater on sale today. I end at like 12:30. Last night I made a life improvement list. It included things as sleep more, read more, clean more often, exercise more and some rules for shopping. I don't know what good this list will do me but it was at least something to do. I dreamt really weirdly, I danced a "naked dance" (it was called that but when I danced it in my dream it felt more like some sort of rain dance) for people in my school, fully dressed. It sounds like it'd be a pervy thing but it wasn't. I was wearing a gorgeous sort of 50s dress though. And Posh n Becks were getting married (again?) in the school gym. They were wearing something that seemed like some sort of scuba gear, but Becks had holes made along the side, so you could almost see his arse. It was strange. Speaking of arses, this weekend I had a disturbing experience that will scar me for life. I had had a nice evening with Amanda at my dad's. We had danced around in Caled Followill and Justin Hawkins-masks that we got with the Xmas NME. We had been singing and playing some and rehearsed a bit. We had even played some very hilarious Mickey Mouse's Racing or whatever it's called, it's a video game. We had had a GOOD TIME. And then. We put on the tv. Amanda starts sulking when I don't want to watch what she wants to watch, so I change to the "Open Channel" where people can do whatever they want, sort of. It's just local. This guy, i think he was from Kenya, stood there, against a cheesy background, with a synthesizer and sang and played piano to a pre-done background with crap drums. it was quite funny. We like that. Innocent. But then we switched to another channel. And there was Bruce Willis, just finding a rattle snake in his mailbox and we said to each other "Ah yes, haha, must be that erotic thriller they've shown commercials for all week" and kept watching because it was the best thing on. And then. THEN. the lurrrrve-making in the pool! AH! BRUCE WILLIS' PRIVATES! FILMED UNDERWATER! AHHHH! We laughed so hard we had to keep watching because it was so terribly awful and made us CRINGE, and,ah, yes, Bruce Willis' arse pressed against the shower glass wall, thanks a lot. Disgusting man. They showed this movie at prime time on probably the biggest channel in Sweden. STRANGE. And gross, gross, gross beyond words. I've given up on competing with the EVIL EVIL EVIL person playing crap music on her computer. Play Queen or whatever, I don't care. Argh. By the way, mine and Amanda's band have changed our name now. From The Phoners via The Delays (we had it for about a week, until we realized it was taken by a really great new band signed on Rough Trade) via The Vanities (no, a LA band had that name it turned out after browsing through the five first pages of google results) via our new name: Kit. It might be shite, it might be nice, but we like the feel of it so this one is a keeper. Yesterday I felt like fighting someone all day. My friend Sanna did as well. I was walking around saying things such as "I might just punch someone, just because I feel evil" and I still do. Maybe it's because i've never hit someone or recieved a punch from someone else. It would just be interesting to see how it'd feel. But I'm so weak, I know I'd be a lost cause in a fight. But still. Oh well. The demo is coming out well for us, we have still "just" done Hit it, Raoul! but we are trying to get back in the studio ASAP. In the meantime, we have done some background vocals on Martin Gordon's (ex-Sparks) new record. Take care people, and please say hello once in a while. My inbox is lonely. 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