to hell with good intentions

the joy of everything

2008-08-26T09:20:53Z

the september when did an 'invite only' show last night, and i got invited, and it's the first time they've played in 12 years. it was great
whole night seemed to go really well until my dear love showed up in a crappy mood and ruined my evening. fucking relationships

our whole apartment smells like burned food. i think the guy downstairs came home really drunk around 5 am and tried to make something and fell asleep or something. it's the only reasonable explanation
he's such an odd ball, he only owns two records, atleast from what i've heard so far, which is michael jackson - thriller and some hard rock compilation with ac\dc and def leppard. seriously, he listens to pour some sugar on me 3 times a day, and our floor is shaking from his bass

living together is ok

SUP

2007-07-13T13:49:10Z

woop, woop
it's ma birthday
everyone's gonna party like it's THEIR FUCKING BIRTHDAY, cause i can't drink

i'm 22!
woho!

<3

if i die

2007-07-11T16:37:28Z

from having the runs. i'd just like to say to ALL of you, that you should never go to roskilde and eat sushi.
and that i love you.

catshirt @ 2007-04-14T08:19:00

2007-04-14T06:20:15Z

he broke my heart.

memories

2006-11-25T20:37:13Z

all of a sudden i remembered something that happened about three years ago. it just popped into my mind, from nowhere.
it was spring, 2003, and it was my first time at the stavanger punk rock festival. i was drunk out of my mind, and one of the bands had this thing on stage, you know, that you can mix smoothies and stuff with, and they put some water and two goldfish in it... and mixed.

they poured the water-goldfish-drink into a big mug, and sent it out in the audience.
and next thing i know, i just drank some of it.

hella cool being 17.

heavy metal country

2006-09-21T12:12:45Z

my favorite thing to wear is a dirty white (the stains won't go away no matter how many times i wash it) wifebeater, and some jeans that got way too big for me a year ago, but i still wear them.
i haven't done anything about my room since i moved in. i've got all these ideas for pictures i want to shoot, but i never do. i have a $1000 dollar camera hidden away in my closet. i'm afraid somebody will take it when i'm out. although, maybe someone else would actually do some great things with it.
i feel bad for the camera.
and i feel bad for my total lack of will to actually create. or do anything. i always tell myself that i'll do it when i get time, but whenever i get time, i waste it by lying on my back, looking at the light trying to shine through my insanely thick curtains.
i love those curtains. they're like carpet hanging infront of a window.
next week i'm getting a shelf for all my books. they're still lying in a box on the floor. and i swear to put something up on the walls. i want to paint one of my walls green, but i don't think it's allowed.
in between all this, i actually consider myself to be fine. you know, i think i'm allright. i'm just lazy, perhaps.
and i work too damn much.

gigantic

2006-08-03T10:05:25Z

ok, so i was looking through pictures put out on the roskilde festival page. and they've got some pictures taken from the air, of the whole camping area. i know that roskilde is huge, like gigantic, but i've never seen it like this before. it's quite amazing.

the second picture is mainly of the west camp where i stayed. wohoo.

catshirt @ 2006-07-31T05:06:00

2006-07-31T03:07:28Z

I WAS BLIIIIND, NOW I CAN SEEEE

I'M MOVIN ON UP NOW

hahah. PRIMAL SCREAM

i love it.

!!!

2006-07-31T02:50:59Z

ok, so i have this question. i suddenly remembered this show i used to watch when i was younger. it was about this kid called jason ( i think ), and he was in a coma. and all the while he was in a coma, he was dreaming about his father and stuff. and he was having this adventure in his coma-dreams. if that makes any sense. anyway, i can't figure out what the show is called, so i need some help.

i only remember that kid, jason or whatever, being in a coma, and he's got his two friends with him, this girl and a dude, and they're looking for something. i dunno.

oh, and i remember that he fell or something, that's how he went into the coma.

yes, i am a little drunk, but this is serious.

srlsy

2006-07-15T11:28:54Z

i have become a man-hating dyke.

the real birthday post.

2006-07-13T11:32:33Z

OK FORGET THE PREVIOUS POST, I AM 21 TODAY.
and i feel really old. is that weird?
and i don't feel at all like going out to drink beer and celebrate. i just want this day to pass me by, so that i can remain 20 for the rest of my life.

(oh, and in the picture i'm 18)

so basically..

2006-07-11T22:10:10Z

in 10 hours i'll be at the hospital swallowing a tube.
yeah, really great.

the fact is, i'm more upset about getting up early.

catshirt @ 2006-07-11T11:37:00

2006-07-11T09:45:34Z

sebadoh - ocean is nice.

i had this dream about a freddy krueger type of scary man chasing me and a bunch of other people around, trying to kill us. i was stuck in a diner with a bunch of pussies who wouldn't protect me, but then suddenly, this guy i know pulls up in his car and waves me in. the second i get into the car i start kissing his neck while he's driving. we go back to his place to sleep. and then i hear a noise, and he get's up all pissed off and finds a knife and is like the biggest hero of all time.

what a cliché having hero-dreams about someone.

peter, bjorn and john - young folks is also nice.

welcome back, ann

2006-07-10T06:01:29Z

so i just got home from a two-week vacation, to find an ashtray and two glasses of water standing beside my bed.
someone have slept in my room while i was away. now, my problem is, how the hell do i find out if they fucked in it as well. godammnit i hate people fucking in my bed when it's not me.

i also got home to a delivery from my dear mr ollie byrd. woee, i finally got his album in the mail. it's fantastic.

i'm so tired. and i have to change all the sheets and everything cause some asshole fucked in my bed.

plain truth

2006-07-09T17:48:57Z

brokeback mountain is the saddest movie ever.

update from copenhagen!

2006-07-04T10:48:14Z

hello all you people.
god it's good to be nerdy again. i'm currently at this dudes house in copenhagen. we became friends with him on the festival, and he invited me and jane to stay with him at his apartment while we were staying in copenhagen. it's pretty neat.

the festival was great. just fucking terrific. although, i must say, it's been my most sober festival this far. i only got shitfaced the first night. i bought a beerbong and was mongo by 8 in the evening. fell asleep around 9:30 and woke up around 2 am and puked until 4 am. haha. i just sat there in the opening of my tent with a plastic bag infront of me, talking with people and laughing and all that, with my head halfway down the bag, puking my guts out.
i've never puked at a festival before. the rest of the days i hardly got drunk at all.

my head's a little off, so i can't really remember all the shows i went to. but.. i remember the highlights.
on kind of an accident we saw kaizers orchestra, which is a norwegian band that i've seen like 5 times before, but they were so good. i mean, they played at the orange stage, which is the biggest one, and 50 000 people were going crazy over them.
later that day we saw morrissey and i started sobbing when he came out on stage with his shirt kind of tied up so that you could see his dear belly. morrissey was fantastic. the concert was pretty chill, but at the same time i got this feeling of how huge it was.
and he opened with panic. goddammnit.
same night, happy mondays, where i got high for the first time in two years. haha. i was baked and in heaven. that's really all i have to say about that.
can't really remember much from bob dylan, other than seeing him there on the keyboard, being a really old man.

saturday, we started with primal scream. what a damn show! seriously, bobby gillespie and the gang was so awesome. and they opened with movin on up, which was mad.
after that we saw silver jews on this tiny stage were everybody was grinning and smoking alot, and so we got high and i remember being so hung up on random rules and in 1984 i was hospitalized for approaching perfection. i was singing it all night. it was a great concert.
we saw tool which was okay. they have too many weird fans. and the night ended with kanye west. haha. no comment.

sunday, we didn't drink anything, and went sober to see arctic monkeys in the afternoon. you couldn't really see anything, cause they were playing in this big tent, and people were cramming up so damn tight to see them, and there was dust everywhere. and anyway, the monkeys were playing really lousy, so.
i think we went past bob marleys kid on our way to the strokes. yeah, we saw the strokes. THE STROKES. hahah. we stood in line for an hour or something, and was all up front, and they just came out, and were like an explosion, and i can't remember what song they opened with, cause i was so pumped, but it was amazing. the whole show rocked. they didn't play barely legal, but i didn't care.
both me and jane were so happy. haha. we saw the strokes. woooohoo.

so, yeah. it was a great festival. i know i've missed some bands here, but these were the best shows i saw, i guess.
on sunday, after we came back from the strokes, we just hung around in our camp, and around 9 or something i went to sleep, cause i was so tired. and around 11, i woke up in my tent from hearing roger waters playing shine on you crazy diamond. i thought i was dreaming at first, but then i got to it, and it was weird. i got out of my tent all 'woah' and then he played wish you were here, and me and thomas were slow dancing. i got kindof bummed for not actually going to see roger waters, but you could hear it so well sitting in the camp anyway, so i didn't feel like i missed out that much.

the last night was the only night we didn't fall asleep early. we met some danish people that we'd been talking a bit to all weekend, but we were never able to find their damn camp. anyway, last night they came to get us, and we sat there with them and some skaters from netherlands and germany, just shooting shit until 10 in the morning.

i think we're off to meet one of the danish guys soon. he's going to guide us around copenhagen, and show us this store were we can buy cheap monday jeans. haha. okokok.

i don't really know what i've been writing now. as i said, my head is kinda off. but i'm having a great time! and my nose is sunburned. cause it's been hot as hell. tomorrow we're leaving copenhagen to go to sweden. probably by train. i love taking the train. and i can't wait to get to sweden.

i love you all. and if you've bothered to read all this, i love you even more.
take care.

what a total genius

2006-06-18T04:14:28Z

kiss me where the sun don't shine
the past was yours, but the future's mine
you're all out of time

hello ian brown. come kiss me with your monkey face.

catshirt @ 2006-06-17T18:23:00

2006-06-17T16:25:35Z

i have three jobs. how american am i?

no, but really.

i'd rather be poor and starve. and just live like this.

good morning

2006-06-17T11:16:16Z

i think i pulled off a mean move on the dancefloor last night, cause my shoulder is all fucked.
i shouldn't dance so hard to country girl. but it's fuuuun.

and here's some more pictures.

shoes in the sky.

haha, a load of vomit.

a violent femme.

and another one.

bella.

a blurry one of me and my sisters.

hello rocky votolato

2006-06-17T05:52:55Z

the bar where i work closed at 4 am. now it's almost 8 am. i just got home. i need atleast 2 beers to 'come down' after work. i mean, if i just go straight home to sleep, i'll still hear all the checkpoint charlie-noise in my head.
i'll close my eyes and feel like still walking through drunk people to pick up their empty glasses.

so i'm home now, listening to rocky votolato. it's kinda soft. but seriously, white daisy passing is so good. the vocals man, the vocals. it's love.
me and the 40 old dj at the place i work, we always discuss music after closing time. he knows everything. we talked and talked, about dinosaur jr and sebadoh and hüsker dü and stone roses. always stone roses.
i love stone roses. and i love the person who showed me stone roses.

i got alot of film developed yesterday. like three rolls.

from the picture of dorian gray

2006-06-08T17:17:47Z

'can you remember any great errors that you committed in your early days, Duchess?' he asked, looking at her across the table.
'a great many, I fear,' she cried.
'then commit them over again,' he said, gravely. 'to get back one's youth, one has merely to repeat one's follies.'

just close your eyes and picture the beginning of street fighting man. power, isn't it?

2006-06-08T16:41:59Z

when i was in bergen to see the violent femmes, this norwegian band called moonpedro and the new farm street opened. their sound was cool, the music was allright, it was fine. and then suddenly between one of the songs, the singer started talking. i mean, why talk when you can't say anything even remotely wise.

"music is a very true and honest art form, and especially rock music.. compared to acting which is a truly dishonest form of art.. and actors.. and so we'd like to present to you an honest song, which means alot to us.. it's called the first time i smoked pot, everything was beautiful"

bloody hell, man. how can you say that with a straight face?
i mean, i can understand it if he was kidding, and being ironic or something. then it would be funny. but the man was serious. and he sounded mad when he talked about acting being a dishonest form of art. haha.
we was a work of art himself.

"the first time i smoked pot, everything was beautiful"
hahah. cracks me up.

tomorrow i'll get paid too much money. i can't wait.

rebel yell

2006-06-05T22:15:35Z

last night a little dancer came dancing to my door

last night i went out. i went to the bar where i work, of course, and i filled my body, mind and soul with beer. i work with this girl, and we danced so hard, i almost died. i only remember it kind of vaguely. but i recall us pressed up against eachother, jumping around and singing\shouting\screaming to rebel yell.

in the midnight hour, she cried 'more, more, more'

we sat around talking, smoking, drinking carefully (for my health's sake), singing and smiling for hours after we closed up. and then me and her decided to go back to my place. the people i live with were asleep, so we just sat there in the sofa listening to the constantines (i'm such a slick fucker, putting on constantines at seven in the morning). i think we went to bed around nine.

with a rebel yell, she cried 'more, more, more'

woke up around eleven, after two hours of sleep. i walked into the living room to find one of my roommates asleep on the couch. me and the girl talked about last night, laughing about everything, both of us agreeing on the fact that we were still drunk.
we decided to get dressed and go out to buy icecream, and when she walked out into the living room to find her bra, my roommate were awake and just looked at her, walking around in my nightgown, picking her bra up from the couch, and he came into my room and looked at me all "soo.. it's her bra.. what is up".
haha, you should have seen his face. his mind were so far off.
nothing happened, though. you know, nothing like that. but i remember thinking last night that i had a major fucking crush on her.
although things felt slightly different this morning, without the alcohol backing me up.

i'm happy about that.

more, more, more, more

ok i don't care if this is late..

2006-06-04T05:14:43Z

BUT HAVE YOU GUYS HEARD THE NEW PRIMAL SCREAM SINGLE

FUCKING HELL

it's so good.

ahhhh

2006-06-03T20:28:00Z

i can not find the words to describe how fucking good the violent femmes were. that is one of my top 3 shows of all time. me and jane were all up at the front grinning and being drunk and singing along and it was so much fun. i bet the bass guy wanted to do us, cause he was staring at us with this smirk the whole time. haha, woho for old dudes!

i just got internet at my new apartment. i feel so damn clever when i manage to do technical stuff. like setting up a wireless connection and everything. a total genius.

i am wondering what i'm going to put up on the walls in my room. i have a bunch of posters, but i'm tired of em. i wish i had some creative ideas, but i'm all blank. i have two big white walls. i need help.

i'm off to work at the bar soon. there was this guy there yesterday, he works at the other place i work, and i don't know him, but i went to school with him for a year and he's a year younger than me or something, BUT.. the point is, since he was drunk yesterday he was all like "hiii" and he kind of pointed at me, and he totally poked my boob. it was funny. think you kinda had to be there. yeah.

i'm off.