Nas the Spaz - retard Genious, yush!

well, the "nu" Series of The Bionic Woman is made of epic phailing dildos.

seriously, could they make it any more fail?
From the ridiculous set-up of the so called plot to what apparently passes for a soundtrack these days, they managed to absolutely completely totally epically FAIL at doing anything interesting or memorable.

From the casting of "Jamie Summers" (a brunette, whot?) to the irritational new plot aspects, (the "other" Bionic woman, whot?)
Lack of build-up, lack of getting to know the characters. Lack of sympathetical features in said characters.
(the dealy about the computer, whot?!)

There is simply no personality in it, not in the persons, not in the plot, not in the visuals, not in the audials, not even in the Special Effects! Remember the Original's special effects? They where hilariously laughably bad, because all they were, was everything like usual, except in slow-mo with that SOUND (<3 that sound :D)

oh, I know they couldn't have made a carbon copy of the original, that would suck, and be pointless, Because the original had it all - interesting characters, charm, quirky humour. yea.
The humour, which is what made the ridiculousness of the whole "Bionic" schlick not seem contrite and lame. It's gone

Cheer up emo series, life has lulz, NOTHING is any good if it takes itself too seriously.

Even zomg "we is serious bizness" series like LOST and Jerico managed that, there were points of humour and quirkiness - the hippie buss and Hurley anyone?

in short. PHAIL.

wow! today was eventful!

I decided to go out and too some beach-type place even though I am still ill, yes I ventured there, pfhair me oh u'holey virii, pfair me. (etc. stupiditi)

nice taxi-cab man was NOT irritated, even after I changed my mind 3 times (seriously, I had half a mind thaught "fuck it, lets go home and to the toilet") but I prevailed, I even asked him if he knew of any useful beach-type place, and he said "really there is only Huk."

.. you see where this is heading to too right?

ho, yesh, I went to Huk (and fauxfaux, I saw PONIES while driving there, but I am MADE OF FAIL and didn't bring my camera, oh hum.)

the only thing i know of Huk that I can remember is maybe my mother saying "det blåser så mye på huk" and true, it was windy there, but it was still awesome. I had *so* much fun! if I am not deathly ill and sick and have scurvy or worse tomorrow, I will go back, oh you bett your bottom booty toucans I will.

some small irritations, random dude playing the "getting up in your personal space so you'll move out of discomfort because I want your space" game with me - and succeeded, i don't have the nerves for that shit, not cool dude. as I told him repeatedly, but alas, it was on a stone porch, and I found a much better place - on soft sand next to old woman who just sat in her sunstool tanning and some girls chatting a few, uh meters away, noone got up in my face.
except at the end some guy who, uh i assume attempted fail flirtation with me, but I couldn't be sure as i had water in my ears after ACTUALLY SWIMMING OMG.
was a bit weird because I had just before been tanning myself with tits up (and bare) but I had turned around before I even noticed him, so I don't know if he was being genuinely interested in befriending someone (and being fail social (much like myself) in offering me grapes, heh) or being uh, weird.

but the best part(s) comes at the end. after throughoutly soaking myself and finally deciding to go home (having made an accidental slide in mud so had to go rinse of that as well as the salt (dildos) I spotted suddenly guys carrying box amounts of IRN BRU bottles, it took a while for to register in my brain so they had already waked past me somewhat before i managed to kick said brain into action to shout after them to ask how much they wanted for one bottle (because seriously, they had a whole carton full - surly they could spare me *one*) (because I had drunk up the one I had brought with me) and they, said, it was FREE, an I could go after ones in the *other* carton by the trashcan, so I did, took two, one to drink and one 'cause I'm greedy and I love this shit and it costs 14,90.
Other people looked curious and I (hoping I hadn't misunderstood and was doing something wrong in saying so) said "it was free, those dudes said it's gratis"
turns out I was right, I meet not only one, but two other dudes/people giving away bottles of IRN BRU to everyone coming past, I scored two bottles of each (so yes I now have 6 free bottles of IRN BRU, I deserve it because i already have bought 12 atleast since they where released here in middle june or so.) that's what I tell myself anyway, also I told each guy I already got form the previous guy, but can I still get one extra plz ktnx because I love this shit and thank you, and they where are all just happy, so yea.

so, to finish it of, I take, the, buss, all, by, myself, ALONE.
(no this is really an issue as I haven't taken regular in-route busses with multiple destinations and stopplaces and what have you, alone before, seriously last time I was on one of those was atleast 7 years ago. I kid you not) (flightbussexpresses and London-busses does NOT count, also I wasn't alone on London busses.)

and it worked admirably, while I could still hear everybody's jatter, it was through Dark Side of the Moon (all hail Pink Plonk, srsly) I had a rather blissfull ride.

I feel victorious.

(and hopefully I haven't for-worsened my stomach condition.. to much :s)

http://www.unowen.net/tegaki/

that is all.







eta. http://www.unowen.net/tegaki/dblog.php?u=10566&e=49330 that is oscar. comment, bitches!





yes I am using the "productive" icon for that emote, its called sarcasm :D

lol, I think I am a little bit drunk. this feels silly

Toki is awesome

I figured out why I like him so much, not just because he's all hyper and kiddie and NORWEGIAN zomng, his whiskers make him look like a cat. yepp.

need cat icon.


being drunkish is making me hyperfokus on what I am doing so I am making less typing mistakes.. uh, weird.






should I admit that I cut toki-whiskers outa my own hair and am now wearing said whiskers? probably not. lol! can blame it on the booze even if I decided to do it long before I finished said unmentioned bottle of toffee vodka. /me rolls.

To those who have been paying attention to my rants here and on irc (or aim)
it comes as no surprise that my school history is a dready branch of loopholes.
But I have finally, in the last few years, gotten some proper school done - ironically as an adult, I finished my plain grain "prime-school" (grunnskole) education. (mostly A's ad B's I'll have you know! (more about that in a later post) ..)

My first 2 years of Mathematics and one year of Nature & Science was at Smestua, then first year of English and the first module of advanced ("High-School") mathematics, was at Sinsen, and finally Norwegian ("english" equiv.) & Society-science (Sammfunnsfag) at Skullerud (this is a horrid name, when pronounced it is rather similar to "skulle du?" which means "were you going to (do something)" but said in a sarcastic, sardonic, conceding tone "did you think are you were going to do something constructive? I think not, hah")

Time is an issue for me, the further away, the earlier I have to get up and out of the door, or more likely I am not getting ready on time (B-Person, hi)

here is (for further self-reference if nothing else) a comparative list


My initial road to Smestua,




a long trip true, but I quite enjoyed my stay there, as well as travelling with my mum and having the same driver each day.

Smestua was put down after 3 years and students transferred to Sinsen.




to Sinsen, as you can see, is a much shorter route, as well as it being an exam-oriented almost "university"-esque school, it marked a difference from travelling with my mum and having not the same driver, sometimes having to wait in excess of over 15 minutes was a strain, sometimes I would not be home before 19:00.
Still, I learned much that year, despite being again down-prioritised in that I, unlike EVERYBODY ELSE did not get to go to a class, I only was allowed lections (forelesninger)
This, being higher-level mathematics, (and therefore Much Harder TM) combined with my assistant being pregnant AGAIN, made it rather hard for me, for the first time in my life, school was going too fast, it was hard to keep up!
i managed a B though.
Although only getting a C in Written English, (another entry I shall write of this, as well, as my english teacher, obviously didn't know what the freak was going on) I did get an A in Verbal (Hah!)
I was hoping to get accepted to Sinsen the following semester, but I wasn't.
I was shifted over to a place called Skullerud (which is also where I had had the two Math Tests I took for the previous semester)

a disappointment in many ways..



Skullerud, the latest school, is a school designed more for people with serious issues. Head injury accidents that need time re-learning the basics, or heavy autists / development issues. it is much further away and is filled with.. bad memories and the feeling of being patronised as an individual.
My mothers legs where going, she came with me the first day, in a wheelchair, we made the agrement that she'd do this one thing for me, before the leg would come off... *sigh*

you know the rest of that story.


This semester (2007-2008 school semester) Sinsen completely rejected my admission, with a note detailing in which preference order people where given admission - my cause (having a holey education brought about by incompetent teachers and my own jaded and unwillingness to learn & conform, (as school is a right and a duty in this country) I still have this right)
and this right was the number one bullet on this list. So I am rejected, yes... uh.. ? (confusing, yes I know)

I fear I will only be submitted to an even further away school, or relocated to somewhere even *less* suited to my needs than Skullerud, because I apparently am not Worthy TM of Sinsen, or some bullshit like that, I dunno, maybe they think that since I stopped complaining this semester they've won or something (seriously, it's a blemish on their record that they weren't capable of teaching me and helping me then. I was a kid, a very annoying and disruptive kid, but a kid nonetheless, not my fault.)

But that was my mother DYING, if they think I am going to stop fighting or that I'm "broken" by society or some shit like that they've got another thing coming, seriously.

You can't break me! I've survived the Ultimate Pain TM
, she's dead! It's not like your puny little edumucation vehicle of d00m can trumph that.
I've been spat on, sat on, shit on, and humiliated by the Skoleetat since I was 7 (even before I started the smegging place.)

heh, this shit is so on.

where is my lawyer?

Mommy, there is so much love in your eyes, I wish I could always make you smile
Mommy, no words could really express, the way you give all your tenderness

plz be to put your address w/ as much personal info you feel secure with giving me, I'm updating my adressbook (since probably half of you have moved/changed your name lost interest in me) by now. ktnx



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you know, it's just not fair.

here I was, having possibly the most dreaded day since 4- months. its crazy, dreading your own BIRTHDAY

because of what it meant to me and my mother. she said on more than one occasion, that this was her special day, her day for presents..

you see that my mother had an awful growing up (good too, but I digress) she basically was told by her mother that she should have been a boy, her younger brother obviously being favourized (which has probably alot to do with *his* problems, but again, I'm sidetracking. )
all she wanted in life (a girl and woman who had been so shy she could not look into peoples faces. beaten and brutalised, loved but also hated. raped and humiliated,
All she wanted was a Girl. a daughter
she had never gotten anything she ever wished for in her life. when she learned she was pregnant (which became a horrible ordeal that almost killed her)
she promptly went out and bough blue baby clothes.

then she got me.
a child that was much later (much later than it would have been necessary, had the people in the system not been total asses with their heads stuck up in there) diagnose with MBD (now ADD/ADHD)
back then they didn't even know about the Asbergers. infact I think it hadn't been invented yet.

yes, that was a joke.

ho yes, she got what she wanted oh right, but she was utterly joshed. "you want a girl?, sure, here have this EPIC FAIL of a human-being"

dealt crap instead of lemons yet again in life, did she give up? no. she took this little missfoster (I chose the Norwegian word here because 'freak' doesn't really say what I want to say, missfoster literally means "miss-foetus")
and raised it and cared for it, loved it and taught it everything that was right and wrong with the world, sure she made some mistakes, but she was only human.

I Still Need Her.

but I don't have her anymore. she was my total life. she, apart from some people in The System TM (they don't count) was the only person whom knew I existed, or cared about that fact.
then I managed to get online and meet some people. in yahoo's "pokemon"-chat of all places. those people are now strangers. but I moved on to get more friends. people on the internet forum for the comic Boy meets Boy, extended others of livejournal and neopets. people who used the website and subsequent irc channel Musicbrainz, even people on GoPets.
these people became my friends. real friends, is sent them parcels, they sent me cards and helped me purchase cd's, I even traded goods with one of them and my couch was the bed of another.

these people made me feel like I was not alone. so when my mother died, I could turn to them, and seek comfort and sympathy. simply recognition of my existence.

this is my birthday. I had some gifts and I listened to some groovy music, I made my own food and I had bought a cake - for I will never get surprise gifts, food made with love nor mothers special chocolate-cake without chocolate. ever. again.

these people who are my thin lifeline, delighted me with saying "happy birthday" in as many languages they could muster, people on my journal (though needing a little hinting :) came to congratulate me in spades...

a live concert with Led Zeppelin from 1970 to commemorate tomorrows apparent reunion type thing, this day of dread turned out to be rather okish, nice infact.

then my internet stopped working.
I have tried as much as I can, but I cannot get it to work again, I paid my bills, and the fire that took out some of the other internet in norway shouldn't affect me *now*
I'm writing this offline...

I really am at the end of my rope
one more thing now and I think the goblet will run over.
it really isn't fair, on this of all days.

I mean. what have I done to you, the maker of this situation?
whose weetoes did I piss on? what terrible deeds did I do in some long forgotten past life?

why can't I at-least have ONE.., THIS DAY, why? why am I not allowed to have any friends?
why?

you know, it really is not fair.








addememun, before I upload it.:

well "they" lost. my internet is back
I suppose I should not freak out like a cow every time something goes against me.. but it was just to much of a coincidence to really pass as "accidental"
I'm back.. thank.. whomever.

holy batshit admiral batman! why does nobody tell me about these things?! http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0408236/

it says "If you enjoyed this title, our database also recommends:" and then goes on to list like 3 of my all-time favourite movies!


ok, here we go, Tim Burton.. Jonny Depp! Victorian England, and, wait for it.. Musicals
WTF?!

can you say "porn intentionally designed for [me]"?!!