Okay, a nice meme from millikan. And the rules are as follows:
1. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random - the first article on this page will be the name of your band
2. quotationspage.com/random.php3 - the last four words of the last quotation will be the name of your album
3. flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ - the third picture on this page will be the cover of your album
My band is named after a protein =). The name of the album turned out to be part of a quotation by a woman (I modified the search a bit the second time); the first quotation was not intelligible. The picture took a few tries (yes, many sunsets...).
The band... I think the name strongly suggests black or death metal with a few power metal characteristics here and there. And since we are a metal band, the name of our band *must* be very difficult to read from the cover, hence the Symbol font. Gloomy lyrics, lots of grunts and heavy guitars in a mid-tempo. The provocative title reminds me of the System of a down album called 'Steal this album!'.
He showed up almost ten minutes late, by which time I had already began to relax since I thought he had stood me up and I wouldn't have to go through this thing at all. But no.
It was so awkward. And it was so annoying when he was trying to behave like a gentleman (!!!) by offering to pay my soft drink since it was him who "asked you out" (!!!). I mean, come on! I'm butch enough to pay for my female date but nobody pays for me. And the discussions... the awkward silences, pluggy subjects, me staring in other directions half of the time... okay, the fault was in me. I don't get why I even said yes. Maybe it was that nearly begging tone in his voice.
But nothing beats the ending. I should have somehow fished out of him the location of his apartment. That way I could have claimed I had to go and help my sister in some of her schoolwork without ending up hiding in a staircase (it wa actually the building my sister lives in, I just knew for a fact she wouldn't be home) fo ten minutes and sneak out of the back door and take a very long way home (Belgium, that sounds *so* pathetic now!).
Yup, I really wanted to escape from his presence. Mainly I didn't want him to see me to my apartment and know exactly where I live (although I guess he could find that out through some of the 16400 number finders). There's something creepy about him, anyway. He's like the stereotypical rapist: seems so kind and understanding (and spineless since he doesn't seem to have many opinions of his own...) and that he-couldn't-hurt-a-fly thing going on that there's no way in hell it's for real. Therefore it must be a show to gain trust to make the tower of illusion come tumbling down.
Or I'm being extremely sceptical towards all straight men. Even if I didn't apply the rule to all of them, I'd still treat them the same way just in case the guy happens to be in the majority of the bad ones.
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Update on 20th of February: this week we've briefly encountered twice. Yesterday I saw him but he didn't notice me until I was already crossing the threshold. Today, just a few minutes ago, he walked past the IT class I'm in and he saw me as well as I saw him from the corner of my eye. I really do hope I son't have to talk to him ever again. He's so condescending! And the idea that he, a straight man, knows better than me what I, a lesbian, need. Undoubtedly that something he thinks I need is a good fuck from a right man (emphasis on the word 'man'). I think I know better when I say he needs a bloody katana up his ass.
I saw Her today (a result of conscious choice of time and place). There was nothing odd in the actual event: She looks at me, smiles and says hello; I do the same. But something keeps bothering me. I feel as if something had changed. Whether the change has taken place within me or within Her I do not know, but I sensed something being different.
It makes me restless, this foreboding feeling.
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What the Hades is wrong with my digital receiver?! It keeps losing the visual part and if I adjust the AV cable it loses the sound as well. Plus the remote control refuses to respond to my pressing the buttons. The picture is sometimes fragmented and I'm not even going to say anything about the subtitling.
Digi, digi...
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Stay tuned for tomorrow. I'll be having a cup of coffee (or something with no caffeine, more like) with a guy I know from the university. It's not a date, though, and he knows it as well; when he asked me for a coffee today I replied that my answer will greatly depend on his motivations, and that I am a lesbian and thus have no interest in him now or in the future. He said he'd like to have a coffee with me anyway. So now we're going in a café tomorrow once I've finished my exam tomorrow by three.
I'm not sure how it's going to go, or whether I want to be that much friends with him; I think an acquitance would be enough for me, someone to have a coffee with occasionally but nothing deep.
You know what? My therapist is going to go berserk on Monday because of this. I wonder if I should even tell her about this. Otherwise she'll annoy me by trying to convince I really don't hate men that much. Yeah, right, whatever.
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Playing now:
'Rock this party' by Bob Sinclair. The Combat choreography for this was actually really nice. And I can still remember most of it. ;) And the video is funny.
And I don't know whether I like Gwen Stefani's 'Wind it up' lyrics at all...
Yesterday as I was walking towards the centre to go home from school, three of my classmates -still having a couple of lectures left- were smoking in front of the school's front door that I passed on my way. As I walked towards them, I saw one of them, V, look at my way and say "Hello, goodlooking!". And what do I do? I must have had a very bewildered look on my face and then I glanced behind me because (I swear) I really did expect someone else, V's friend perhaps, to be walking behind me. I had to confirm she was talking to me by asking, "what? Me?". All four of us bursted out laughing and the title is what V said to me as we were cathing our breath again.
Yes, my self-esteem is excellent. Sky-rocketing. According to my therapist I have a self-esteem of steele when it comes to certain things but no self-esteem at all in others (as in yesterday).
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I've been studying for an exam I have coming up this Saturday. I found one thing I found interesting I want to share with you: my favourite word 'kalmisto' was replaced by its synonym, luutarha, which was invented by Agricola in the 16th century. And lest someone knows Kaija Koo: the person to invent love would have been Elias Lönnrot.
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Z has become Voltti. I was at a loss with the name at first but I kinda like it, even though it isn't as explicitly gay as I would like it to be.
It's really good we have a magazine of our own. There are plenty of people out there who are denied that one channel of unification.
We have something to be proud of, and all the thanks to those who make the magazine. Jag tackar och pockar!
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I got God of War II yesterday. I've been playing it only for a while but I have to admit, the soundtrack keeps blowing me away. And the beginning... the introduction is so well made it looks like a movie and then all of a sudden Kratos is throwing in the middle of a combat with the statue of Colosseus peeping through the window wondering when would be the time to attack Kratos when he/player least expects it.
And now I have to find some virtual game guide to tell me what the hell I have to do once inside Colosseus's head.
By the way, for a better look at the picture below of Kratos and Colosseus, see http://cgchannel.com/forum/viewthread?thread=25767. The art work in the game really is incredible. Too bad the third one is for PSP. =P
So, we got to get a taste of the forthcoming (sometime in March, I believe) BodyCombat programme number 35. We did the warm-ups and the fourth 'Jump' song. I also managed to twist my ankle nicely at some point; it's still a bit sore but since it didn't actually come that close to spreading I think it'll be fine by tomorrow's boxing and Balance. But the new programme seems choreographic enough. It'll take a while to learn it by heart; the current release was pretty simple. And if we are to believe what my instructor is saying... well, I'm guessing my shirt will be soaked after the first round of 35 in its entirity (is that a real word?). Hehee... can't wait.
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Also did a nice, big snow angel on the campus snow earlier today. Had to sign it with a hand print and initials. Maybe it'll cheer someone up tomorrow morning; perhaps it will still be there (instead of the sun melting it) when She walks past. =)
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Playing now:
'Hunter' by 30 Seconds to Mars. Originally by Björk, but this version isn't that bad. Not bad at all.
