• Annie Leonhardt (Attack on Titan)
• Alex (A Clockwork Orange) - Well that's awful xD 
• The Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who) - No wonder I liked him so much, it's the only full season I've watched and yes, I could relate to him a lot actually. 
• Gamora and Drax the detroyer (Guardians of the Galaxy) - I didn't like Gamora, but I loved Drax so that's nice! xD 
• Victor Krum (Harry Potter)
• Robin Scherbatsky (How I met your mother)
• Aragorn (The Lord of the Ring)
  
• Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow (Marvel)
  
• Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) - HOLY CRAP YES! It's funny since I made a post about how much I related to him once.. xD Now I know why
  
• The Janitor (Scrubs)
  
• Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock)
  
• Kenny (South Park)
  
• Hikaru Sulu (Star Trek)
  
• Han Solo (Star Wars)
  
• Steven Hyde (That 70s Show)
  
• Roschach/Walter Kovacs (Watchmen) - OH FUCK YES! 
  

 

 

As I start to get more into the show I started realizing how much of it that I had missed. Thanks to a blog that I found, however, I have now managed to catch up both on the special side episodes and the Chibi series, both of which I loved. 

I also managed to find out that Levi had his own special chapter in the manga about his backstory. Of course, since Levi is one of my favourite characters, I was pretty damn excited to find that out. So yesterday I ordered the first part of the book called "Attack on Titan: No regrets" which is just that and today this little trailer came out! 

 

Seriously, I couldn't believe it when I saw it just now, because I had literally just ordered the book and I had no idea that they were going to make more side episodes other than those that are already out. I'm so excited that you have no idea! 

 

The fact that he used to be a criminal just makes it so much more interesting to me. I read a little bit from the book and managed to get a hang of what it was about, with them joining the military to get a hand on some documents that Erwin has and all that. I just love it that we get to see the first time he met Hanji and Erwin and the rest, and I'm so excited to read the rest of it! Not to mention to be able to watch it! 

 

Ugh, can't that book just come to me already??

I've had so many encounters with feminism and feminists and sadly, it's starting to piss me off more and more. 

 

I realize that the intention is good and necessary, women are still inferior in many ways. Equal pay is still a problem and rape culture is still ridiculous. But if feminism is going to be all about the women vs. the men, I don't think I want to be a part of it. 

For me, sexism is an issue. And believe it or not, it works both ways. Daily people gets judged by the standards gender automatically put on people and it causes problems to men and women alike. Men, for example, is always the second choice as a parent when it comes to full custody of his children. And male rape or domestic violence victims are afraid to report the attack in fear of not being taken seriously. I think it's important to bring this up as well.

 

I am not for the way feminism is handled, as if we women should stand with each other and go to war against men who seems to be the cause of all evil. I don't think we'll gain anything other than more hate and more sexism going at it that way. Think about it, why would people want to stand by someone saying that they're the problem. Why do you expect men to want to stand with you when you accuse them of absolutely everything that's wrong with the world? I don't know about you, but I don't work like that. If a man came up to me and said "Everything is horrible and this is all your fault. You don't deserve happiness, people like you are scum! Support me!" I wouldn't say "Hell yeah!" I would probably get defensive. 

 

Here is why I don't understand this kind of behaviour. Because I thought that you guys wanted to win? I thought you wanted people to agree with you? Then let me tell you that this is not the way to achieve that. You can't accuse guys of sexist behaviour and then do the same to them, because yes, what you're doing is sexist. Double-standards aren't really trust-worthy are they? I don't understand why I should trust you to bring something good to this world when you're being a horrible person. 

 

 

I should start a dream archive.. and so I have. 

 

Anyways.. This time it jumped a lot.. at one time Me and Rebecca was at this huge festival-type-thingie with huge arenas and stuff all around the place. There were only teens or young adults there and I don't know what the event was at all. Anyways, we were looking around for my boyfriend Marcus because... of something. And Rebecca kept pointing out guys that weren't him and saying "oh there he is" and then we got closer and noticed that nope.. that wasn't him. 

 

When we do finally find him he says he has to show us a video that he's in, made by him and some of his friends because "he totally kicked the shit out of a guy in it". This is odd, because it's completely out of character for how Marcus actually is in real life xDD It was really weird to see..

 

Another part of the dream was that I had been walking in the woods and when I finally get out I find myself in a town that I don't recognize. A guy in a truck pulls up next to me (I'm angry and stubborn and really bitchy for some reason) and he tells me that I've ended up in Gothenburg, which is far as hell away from me if you're going to walk there... And offers to take me home the next day. I'm struggling because I find him creepy and don't really want his help but realize that I can't come home on my own. 

 

The day I spent there was me, rebelling againt him by hanging around at an outdoor party with strangers and flirting up a girl to have sex with me on the top of a car. She hadn't done it with a girl before but apparently I had so I had to lead her through it. 

 

I also got a tattoo from the guy that was going to help me and then it turns out that he's actually an old schoolmate of mine named Sam.. he was disguised..

 

Yep.. that was my dream.. 

So I slept at my boyfriends house tonight and for some reason I dreamt that I was pregnant. 

 

Now for those of you who know me or have had a conversation with me about pregnancy knows that it freaks me the hell out and that it feels unnatural for me to be pregnant. Imagining me pregnant just doesn't sound right. 

 

So naturally, this was a very disturbing dream to have. I remember freaking out about it in my dream and I went to my mum, in panic saying "can I take it out? I've changed my mind, I don't want it anymore" and my mum obviously answered "No you can't, it's gone too far for that" which only made me freak out even more. Luckily I never had the baby in my dream so I didn't get to semi-experience that anyways. But it was just so strange and so damn freaky to me.. I also remember my stepsister Alexandra (who is, in fact, pregnant atm) being there and being like "Cmon, it's nothing, why are you freaking out?". As if that changed the fact that I absolutely did not want to be pregnant. 

 

For some reason a group of guys also followed me and taunted me for a while and I remember trying to run away from them but obviously being unable to because, hey, I was pregnant xD One of the guys turned out to help me in the end though.

 

Idk.. ugh.. just thinking about it now is disturbing... 

So, after a long time of work I'd finally worked things out so that I could go see my beloved Muse in Stockholm.. and of course, because of my hard work, Matthew Bellamy goes and breaks his foot... Which means that there will be no show. Fucking hell... 

 

I'll just go into a I-almost-made-it-to-a-concert-with-my-favourite-band-depression now. 

Simon Amstell is getting too much hate. I read an article before where Noel Fielding said that he thought that Amstell had "ruinied" NMBT. The reason to this was that apparently it was getting harder to book people because they were afraid of being ridiculed by Simon Amstell.

And well, I've seen a bunch of stuff by him. I've seen him on Buzzcocks, Popworld, his own standup and his tv-show (then a few other things) and I honestly don't think he's ruder than anyone else. And I think that, as an artist (actor, musician or whatever) you have to be prepared to be a bit ridiculed, whether by a comedian or by actual reviews of your work. The big difference between Amstell and a review is that Amstell is more often than not not serious about what he says when he takes a piss at people. Be happy that he's actually not just taking a piss for the sake of doing it, but it's actually funny when he does. 

I also don't understand the whole Mark Lamaar (Hosted NMBT before Amstell) vs. Simon Amstell thing. Because I see some people saying that Mark was so much nicer to the guests but then I also see people mentioning things like "oh if he was on the show with Lamaar he would get so burned" which implies that he would be meaner than Amstell (doesn't it?). I haven't seen much with Lamaar, just a few episodes, because he doesn't really interest me, sure he's funny as well no doubt about that, but he doesn't attract my attention enough. So I don't fully know how he is, but again.. he seems to take a piss at people just as much as Amstell does.

I kind of wonder is he's just got a bad reputation from popworld and the whole "making britney spears cry"-thing, that people increase the situation and get more offended than they should be (I really don't know, it's just what I think).

Amstell also somewhat apologized several times by trying to change the show around a few times (like the rabbit episode) but then people complained. People also complained when he left the show in 2006, so really.. what kind of double standards is this? 

His "mean" humour on NMTB helped the show make it as 34th (or 36th, can't remember) best tv show during the Amstell-era. And he won several awards for it. I think that people should worry less about what you can't say about people and rather accept that it's a good laugh.

Laughter is supposed to be good for you, isn't it? 

 

This picture describes what I'm currently doing. I'm practising guitar like a maniac until my fingers bleed because this song, fellow peasents, is the best and most enjoyable song I've ever played on guitar. There's so much to do with it, so many things to play and it's just so bloody fun! So I don't care if I play my fingers down to the bone, it'd be bloody worth it! 

 

Muse is one of the two favourite bands I have. For me, they hold the record of most songs I like by them and up until the last album it was all songs but one. now there's maybe 2 more that I don't like all that much but it's still pretty damn impressive for being me. So you could imagine how excited I got when my guitar teacher suggested that I'd play a muse song. And in just a few weeks we have this kind of test where we perform a song with an ensemble in front of a few teachers so that they can see how far you've gotten and so on, and if I manage to learn this song by then, I get to play it. So yes, I'm gonna practise till I really can't go on. 

 

I'm also drinking green monster, which I haven't done in a long time. 

I'm getting so tired of people flauting their depression like it's as big of a problem as world hunger. What people seem to forget is that most people today are depressed at some point of their life, or most times of their lives, but it's common as fuck and it's normal to say the least.

 

 

With all the stuff we know today, there's no wonder we are a depressed species, because we can be depressed. The way our brain is developed gives us a curse of being able to be depressed, but it's a natural cause of event, it's what we do just as well as we can see the fun and pleasure in sex while some other species only have sex to reproduce. However, considering that the way we live today is a hundered times better than just a few decades ago we shouldn't have that much to be depressed about. 

 

I'm getting tired of people, specially teenagers, constantly having a competition about who's having it worse, instead of trying to make the best of the situation they're in. Just as there's a way of getting depressed, there's a way of getting out of it. But some people seem to forget about it because they like the attention they get when they flaunt their depression.. and it sickens me. 

 

Depression, among those who flaunt it, has become too common. More and more people talk about suicide and the fact that they want to die, when I believe that if they only took a step back, looked at themselves and what they're actually doing they'd realize that they actually don't want to die. And for some people, they've already done the deed before they took the time to realize this. I think that the fact that depression has almost become a popularity thing makes more people do those kind of stuff. They trick themselves into believing that they actually want to die, that the life actually suck so much that it's worth dying for. They get so caught in the bad that they fail to see what life really is.

 

 

While they get away from all the bad in the world through suicide, they get away from all the good aswell.. they can't feel better through it, fact is they can't feel anything.. and why would that be something to aim for? And even if there is an afterlife where you are able to feel, and everything's happy all the time, after a while, it's not all that happy anymore. You'd get bored of being happy, because it becomes common and after a while you want something different. 

For me, that's a main reason to why I welcome being depressed or sad once in a while. Because then it increases the feeling of being happy. 

So, Tomorrow I have an oral presentation in swedish, luckily that's all I have to do in school. Then after school I'm gonna get my camera (which I decided not to bring but regretted right after I left) and then I'm going to spend some time fixing a nice presentation on Stallet.se and also finish writing some schoolwork.

 

Now I'm gonna put on some NMTB and go to sleep!

Don't let the bedbugs bite!

 

Cheers! //Fridolf.K

Yeah well, punch me in the face if you get tired. But since I don't really have anything to put here, to fill the holes in my blog, I wanted to present to you my at the moment favourite beatles song. 

 

 

So after school today I decided to hang around town a little with the oh so lovely Aylin. We just walked around to smell some lipbalm, play with some toys and well organize some stuffed animals.

I also got a piece of candy, thank you! 

 

So yeah, this is how it can look when you're doing your friend a favour. I went out at 1am to stand in line for tickets to Iron Maiden together with my friend Rebecca. We sat outside for 6 hours until we were let inside and had to wait for another 2 hours. It was raining and eventually it got pretty damn cold, and I wasn't even gonna buy any tickets. I also missed the opportunity of ending up in the newspapers because I was sleeping on a bench. Although, it was quite fun, but I probably won't do it again.

 

Cheers! //Fridolf.K

I'm just casually sitting here, minding my own business and Ms. Claws of needles jumps up in my lap. She's also feeling very cuddly, forcing me to lay a pillow to cover my thighs so she won't torture them. 

But oh so cute she is, though! 

I've always had this feeling. This feeling that there's someone, somewhere with a register over everything I do. Someone who can read every thought I have, watch every move I make and listen to every word I say. A complete view over my personal life.

 

I don't believe in god. No, I don't think it's him (or her). I'm not a superstitious person, I don't believe that there's a higher supernatural power who created something as complicated as this world with just a snap of his fingers, or however their evolution story goes.

No, I think the society is to blame. I have gotten this feeling that somewhere in this world there's a headquarter, specified in people's business. They analyze people's moves, what they watch, how they walk and talk, what they eat, what kind of people they meet..

 

I heard about the situation in the united states, where they can choose to intercept a call between two people if they suspect one of them to be a terrorist or worse. I'm almost certain that there's people with this power who abuse it for their own entertainment. And I refuse to believe that intercepting a call is the only thing they can do.

 

As I turn on the stove, listening to the humming noise of the old gas cartridges slowly putting themselves to work, I turn my gaze to the ceiling and i let my eyes seek after anything suspicious. A discoloured dot in the ceiling could easily be a hidden camera sending footage to the headquarters. I couldn't find any suspicious dots, only cracks and trails of water damage spreading all the way down to the floor. The cracks were new and unless they broke into my flat whenever I was asleep or away, there couldn't be any cameras there. Although, there's always a possibility for everything.

"I know you're watching me!" I shouted, my gaze almost drilling a hole into the ceiling. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing. And it's sick! Sick, I tell you!"

 

The stabbing smell of gas reached up to my nostrills causing me to lose track on my thoughts. I realized that the stove must've been leaking for a while because it didn't take long for me to feel the dizziness filling my head. The next moment, I was laying down on the floor. On the side with my gaze on the stove as it got more and more blurry. Damn, I should've gotten it fixed ages ago.

 

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It was completely black.. I could hear worried voices filling the space around me, but I couldn't make out any words. I could feel movement telling me that they were taking me somewhere. I could feel soft cotton covers covering my body and I could smell the scent of new washed cloths. The smell almost stung in my nose. I haven't smelled or felt anything like this in years and it was almost overwhelming feeling it all at once. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to feel how soft it actually was. But when I tried to reach out, something stopped me. I couldn't move.

I tried to open my eyes, to look around, to get a view of what's going on, but they wouldn't open.

They've got me, I thought. They knew I was onto them so they poisoned me and took me away. Took me here. And now they must get rid the witness.

 

They stopped, I was where they wanted me. People started moving faster around me, covering me with pumps and masks. What were they planning to do to me? Kill me slowly? Gas me to death?

 

One of the voices started talking and the movement around me stopped. The soft cover was lifted and replaced with cold and stiff plastic. The cold air hit me, making me realize that I was naked. And in the next moment, I could feel ice cold steel being placed right underneath the end of my exposed ribcage. I didn't have time to panic before the horrible pain spread through me and filled my entire body. The steel was drawn over my stomach, leaving a fresh open wound behind. I wanted to scream! I wanted to tell them to stop! Yell at them that killing me wasn't going to help!

 

A warm red liquid traced down the outline of my ribs and I started to feel dizzy again.

I have to get out of here, i thought. I just have to get up and I can get out of here before they cut me up completely. Right after I finished that thought, I felt it. Another cut, deeper down than before. Inside of me. Another shot of pain filled me up. Once again the dizziness and darkness rushed over me as the last drop of blood ran out of the open cut in my aorta and my heart stopped beating.