| "blah blah blah the portuguese raped my people!!" |
[Mar. 31st, 2008|04:12 pm] |
i saw him today and my cheeks got all flushed. Is that noticeable on a brown person? God, I hope not. I don't know what that means, really. I get a BIOLOGICAL response to his presence. Is that...oh wait yes, of course, that is my body's response to my love for him OR my body's way of saying TAKE ME NOW, MY CONQUERING SWEDE!
Just break up already. WHO IS THIS GIRLFRIEND? WHO ARE YOU? I WILL FIND THEE!!!!!!!!
I live in a strange sad world of my own with my crushes and evil transatlantic death threats. In my head. |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2008|01:03 am] |
I always gave Heath(er) Ledger a hard time because his face really bothered me. Something about him suggested 'squirrely' and 'a face you should not trust.' Well, now the guy is dead and I feel that I--and probably Kat too, because we seem to have a hand in the deaths of celebrities and common folk alike (see Aaliyah, WTC, etc.)--probably lead him to his death. If that isn't being self-centered, I don't know what is.
So yes. I found said boy on Facebook. Creepo.
I need a new distraction. Hey, guythatsupposedlydecidesmyfate, can you send a distraction my way please? Tak.
btw, i was on danish television today, making an ass of myself speaking nonsense danish to millions of danish viewers in Østjylland. I rock! DANES. SUBMIT TO MY POWER. The camera man, thinking that I didn't understand har du en kærste? jokingly said that to me off camera. Yep. The Danes cannot resist me. Even 6000 miles away. MY SCENT IS ALL PERVASIVE. SMELL MY SMELLY SMELLLLL. OKay really, I am tired. Jeg er træt fordi jeg vækkede op meget tidlig! Øv :-(
I also drank beer at 1130 this morning. Alcoholism is just the way of the future.
OKAY BYE. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2008|10:01 am] |
the one guy that lindsay lohan banged is really bloody hot(Alessandro di Nunzio! NUNZIO! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. That name reminds me of being in Jersey EVERYTIME.) I think I need to go to Rome and/or Capri and just hang out so I can randomly meet such hot men. Wait, I went to Northern europe and did that. Whatever. Southern Europeans are like fucking..poison to me. Bad. Bad bad. Speaking of which, Matteo wants me to come to Mexico with him. Man, I can't do that! I'll end up doingomething bad. Like...? Something..bad. He's complicated. I'm complicated. We live to complicate.
I am wasting time at my sister's place when I could probably be doing something more productive, like buying my textbooks etc. BUUUUT I have to stay here because people are coming to fix the furnace? I donno. Not like we need it now, it's like 14 degrees outside. But raining. Fook.
My friend Maria announced her engagement to us at a potluck on Saturday. I was overjoyed for some reason, and then came the despair shortly thereafter. She deserves it totally (even though her fiancee is a bit strange) and eee I get to go to a wedding.
BUT.
this means that:
a) I need to find a rich prince who will marry me.
b) I want to get married in a castle.
c) My ring must not be gold, but platinum, and not obstruct my daily activities, but not be less than $15,000.
d) Marius did agree to marry me and on his mother's side I think he's related to Norwegian Royalty. So...we can build a castle out of cardboard, pretend he's rich, and fashion a ring out of a cheetoh. One special fucking cheetoh. Yes.
Ugh..I need a latte. I think I'll make one. |
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| Riddle me this.. |
[Dec. 25th, 2007|10:15 pm] |
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Is it better to live freely, or cautiously? |
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| Entrepreneur? |
[Dec. 25th, 2007|12:27 pm] |
I could never spell that word right. I am drinking wine at 12:22 pm and I am quite happy about it!
I am seriously considering starting the "Fashion in the worst places" website, because every so often I see someone in London, the most conservative and terrible of places at times, pumping out some fabulously fab fashionistas. I think they deserve to be shown so that London, ON, as horrible as it can be, can at least have some people worth noting represented on the net. Besides Helix. And..that other band. Yep.
So far:
Copenhagen, Tokyo, Toronto, Stockholm, Oslo, London(UK), Dublin, Dubai, Istanbul, New York, even fucking Calgary has a blog showcasing the fashion of their city. They are all, however, quite a bit bigger than London, and fashionable people here are few and far between. Let's see how this pans out. |
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[Dec. 24th, 2007|08:46 pm] |
- Aktiv Super, the really nice supermarket by my house in Denmark.
- fadøl signs outside the shady pub I never went to.
- getting my heels stuck in cobblestones. Welcome to Europe: tarmac isn't cool here.
- missing the stupid 5 Toveshøj, 2 Længenes, 58 Rutebilstation, 15 Brabrand Nord AND the 9 Grøfthøj all in a row. All of which would've gotten me to my house in less than 7 minutes. Fark.
- the stupid voice that announced the next stop on the bus: næste stop: Harald Jensens Plads.
- the cute little scarves that almost all danish girls wore.
- everything.
Might start a countdown for when I go back I miss it that much. Every time I close my eyes, I can walk through the entire city. I don't even think I can do that with London, and I've lived here most of my life. Funny. |
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| who are you? who who? who who? |
[Dec. 20th, 2007|07:41 pm] |
I asked for the DNA Ancestry Project for Christmas. It has always been my lifelong goal to really understand where my family comes from as completely as possible. I'm sure it will stir up some feelings in my family--not good ones--for a variety of reasons. But I think to know is better than living a life speculating. I would like, if I ever do end up spawning, for my kids to know exactly where Mummy comes from. Cause we all know Daddy will be from Sweden Holland Denmark...ah, who knows at this point; it'll be an accident any way you slice it!
*fingers crossed* |
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| Studying is just not happening at the mo. |
[Dec. 14th, 2007|06:56 pm] |
Looked through old photos today. Ugh--that is always the worst, because usually pictures capture moments in time you wish you were back in, and of course that was like, the majority of the pictures I looked at.
Tomorrow is Kiara's bday party, and my last exam as well, and well I plan on getting nicely loaded (not too much, have to work Sunday night--shiteous) and get all dolled up to go to the Frog. Haven't been there since my going away party last year! Which was fun, but like, 5 people showed up. Who doesn't want a reason to party? Even if you don't like me! Fawkers.
This is an entirely useless post, meant only to aid in my procrastination.
Hm. Trip back to DK may actually happen. I don't know why, I just have a good feeling. OMFG Rasmus! When I see him again i'll die of shock. He's so fluggin hot. Yep, fluggin. HAWWWWT.
HOHT. HOIT.
I talked to Amanda long distance a couple of nights ago and it's something like 26 degrees in Melbourne right now. Nice way to contrast our bad weather here--cold, gross, icy--like MEIN HERZ.
That reminds me--I should call Peter and see if he has found me a random danish guy's bed to sleep in an apartment for when I get back to DK.
Actually, I was kicking around the idea of going to Spain too. As much as I hated some of the Spaniards that were on my floor (I HATE YOU AGUSTÍN!), they still know how to put on a party and have fun. In fact, they don't really give a shit about anything. It's quite admirable--they just do what they want, and then be like 'meh, let's just drink sangriaaa' and then it's all okay. Beautiful. Drove the Danes (and me sometimes, when they decided to play soccer in the halls at 6 am after coming home from the bar) nuts! I'd like to go to Ibiza, to go to a legendary party and have a legendary time--sans drugs--but with plenty of trance music and glowsticks and such. Kat, wanna come? Bring your fun-fur pants!
I have a buddy who has a house in Madrid and he's like COME AND STAY WE MAKE A PARTY! He's the biggest pothead i've ever met in my life, but he's a riot to hang out with. Usually I dislike potheads too, but personality goes a long way. I also gots da hookups in Barcelona--it's a fucking beautiful city and I'd like to go back.
I wouldn't mind going back to Italy though too, but since Don Vitto and I have split my connection to Italy is sort of waning. The other guy (aka hernia man) has like, disappeared off the face of the earth, so I can't get a hold of him...and the Italian girls all secretly wish I was dead for some reason, so that's sort of out of the question. Ladies, it is not my fault I'm infallibly (haha, infallonibly) awesome. Learn. Love.
I've decided what outfit I'm going to wear for New Year's, and I have every intention of designing it myself. I also have every intention of beating out Victoria Beckham in being absolutely the most mayjah style icon ever to grace the planet. I feel that if can surpass her, I can get a husband even hotter than Becks. Is that even possible? A man being hotter than Becks? Hello? Operator? can you connect me to a man that's hotter than Becks? Thanks.
Colour palette - Leopard print, white, and gold.
Dress - white  Much like this, but...not with the striping. Solid white. Covering a lot more of me than that though; I do not have anywhere NEAR the body of Vicky B.
shoes - leopard print This shoe, actually--but leopard print.
earrings - gold
bracelet - gold
purse - white or gold, not sure yet.
Why aren't I in fashion? It's all I ever care about.
God I love Vicky B. So camp. So mayjah. My favourite robot in the entire world. AND MIGHT I ADD it pisses me off that all these celebrities are stealing MY HAIR. THAT I HAD IN 1999. AND I WORE IT BETTER. FUCK.
OKAY I BETTER GO STUDY NOW. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2006|12:56 am] |
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It is pretty inspiring to read other people's blogs. So much going on in other people's lives, and it is all so bloody interesting to me. Stef, i give you kudos for such great blogs. <3
I could say not much is going on with me, but I guess in a way that would be kind of a lie. Musically..recording for this entire month of June..still not done. Not very happy about that at all really, but there isn't anything I can do. I played the demos for Pete and Talena, and Renee, and they all gave the thumbs up. Either out of respect or..I donno. Trying to set up a tour in the North Eastern US, and it isn't really working out due to the fact we can only go in the latter part of August. I really hope it goes through. I haven't been to Boston or New York in years now. I would like to see Stef and Mike!! <3 Shopping to labels, all that jazz. So..here's to hoping.
Still single. Liking it, however. Got a date tomorrow with Joel..this could get very interesting. First of all he's super duper meek and mild, but good-looking and possibly very wolf in sheep's clothing. Me likey that prospect. He has a nice car. and a house. and he's 10 years my senior, so you know he is somewhat, but not too much, mature and set in his ways. and he'll spend his money on me. hah. what 32 year old wouldn't want a 22 year old with big boobs and diva like qualities? no one? shit. that's why i'm single then...heh. He could also be a total mismatch and just like the whole slew of dudes i've dated this year, he'll leave me yawning and searching elsewhere.
denmark is for the most part a go. i still need to raise about 6 grand to live there comfortably. Things are so friggin expensive there, so i am uber scared. Funny, I read this webpage that slagged denmark hardcore for being treehugging commies, and it made me laugh but also made me kind of scared. Jantelov..google it.
I am angry at England for losing. But I totally understand why they did..but i won't get into it cause really..Germany will probably win. so who cares.
blah i'm tired...i should go to bed.
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[May. 28th, 2006|05:02 pm] |
I should be working on the essay for the scholarships I need to move to Denmark, but of course in true Fallon procrastinator fashion, I have opted to do everything but.
Yesterday I went out with Matt, this dude that's in the bio-arch program as well. He's..cute in that sort of 'normal'way but other than that I wouldn't let it be anything else but us both having an affinity for digging up--and studying--things that have been dead for thousands of years. I told him I had no money but he insisted that he buy us some pitchers. Now, I don't know if saying yes to the pitchers and not giving him any play is a bitchy thing to do, but whatever. He offered, I took.
Anyways I ended up drinking about 4 pints and I don't hold beer very well at all. Which is funny, considering that my normal drink of choice is just straight whiskey. He wanted to go out in the nighttime too, but SINCE i realized that being led on sucks asshole(i will further explain this) I was like "I...am...going out with my..uh girlfriend from Oakville(lie)". So he's like 'just message me'and i'm like 'Yep, ok!' I took off, WALKING HOME because I had no money for the bus. It took me an hour and a half to get home, and on the way, whilst tanked, I got some sushi. I get home, and Shantzpants called(that's a Derik nickname)and told me about his fiasco with his ex. Drama, drama, and more drama from that camp. I don't remember what the hell I said to him, and I woke up this morning to my hardwood floor covered in soy sauce and pieces of sushi strewn about. I don't remember passing out, but I for sureeee did. I managed to take my clothes off, and my make-up as well. I absolutely LOVE Rickard's Red. This always happens when I drink it. I get really out of control pretty damn fast. Jeff Rush also called me yesterday, wanting to hang out, but until I know that i'm goign to spawn furniture, I am staying away from boys.
SPEAKING of spawning furniture, I have to elaborate on the led on comment earlier. I finally told off English boy aka sebastian aka gary aka assfucker last week. The guy had the AUDACITY to say to me, 'i hope that i didn't lead you on into thinking that i like you, cause i don't' *blink* Is this guy for fucking-real? I scream back at him, 'AS A MATTER OF FUCKING FACT, YOU DID LEAD ME ON.' The guy pretty much went out of his way to make me think that he liked me. So naturally, I'm like okay, this is pretty cool. BUT NO, I DONT LIKE YOU, HE SAYS. So after a whole lot of huffing and puffing on my part (i basically told him not to flatter himself, because he was a)fat, b) directionless and c) 2 spurts short of a good time, if you can catch my drift) If you have seen the movie, He is an awful lot like Jay Mohr's character in 200 Cigarettes. Some dickhead who thinks that every fucking girl worships him and that he's so good at what he does when in fact he's QUITE far from any inkling of perfection, and basically deserves to be shot to the point of near death, only to be kept alive to have limbs sawed off..slowly. I felt like complete shit afterwards because..i donno. I thought he would be different, but of course, I let my emotions blind what was so fucking obvious to see. He really isn't worth this much space in my journal, because he's a worthless piece of shit, but I felt I need to update on that aspect of life. This aspect of my life has sort of gone from bad to worse, and I am pretty much done with it.
However.
I do have reserve troops, if you catch my drift. So I'm not totally lost. Can't be lost on July 1st! <3
I am still jobless, and beginning to lose hope. I may have to go to a temp agency. Just so that I can pay my bills. It is getting serious now.
I am now pretty much obsessed with the show Laguna Beach. The girls remind me of chicks from western, and the guys are well, pretty fucking hot if you ask me.
This is what happens when you don't have a job. You get fat, and you watch Eastenders.
I should go and try to be productive somehow.
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[May. 24th, 2006|10:30 am] |
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OK so I am jobless and this is about day 6 of joblessness. I am not pleased AT ALL of the events of late; I am now starting to go slightly batty as a result. I need something, like a hobby. but i need MONEY to FUND THE HOBBY.
At least tomorrow I'm taking pictures, so I gotta work out and eat right for today(just for today <3) so i don't look like a total heffer on film.
I didn't even open the bottle of Jameson I bought yesterday. I can't bring myself to do it. I'll feel too bad. It's so pretty!
I should get back to applying for jobs.
old navy, H&M..here I come.
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[Apr. 23rd, 2006|10:33 pm] |
After a year of no update-y, fallon has return to update-y because she can-y.
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A lot has changed in a year. I am still single and loving all the lovely laddies and ladies I've met since 'the' break-up. BTW, 'the' break-up and I are still friends-y.
Life..is beautiful. -y.
oh how I wish I could change this page but i'm lazy. And I should be studying for my Greek exam but again, lazy. lazy-y.
I am really excited for the new record to be released. Lots of good things are coming to me soon; I can feel it. All this heartache, sweat, tears and bullshit will be rewarded with, oh you guessed it, a mountain of GOLD. LIKE IN ROBIN HOOD. WITH THE LION KING GUY SITTING ON THE GOLLLLD.
uhhh.
Lulu: You are my hero. You will be famous. I say so. |
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[Mar. 11th, 2005|05:02 pm] |
I LIVE.
I forgot about lj. i still love you lj!
myspace has kind of dominated me for a bit. Til the new trend emerges...
FALBO |
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[Nov. 10th, 2004|08:05 pm] |
HAPPY BDAY KAT OF THE DESERTTTTTT! (hahah)
i love you. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2004|10:54 pm] |
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somebody get ferry corsten to dj my party. please. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2004|05:51 pm] |
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i don't think life can be any more cruel. |
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