When I babysat the other day

Waiting for Superman

No, read it again. It says superman, not sperman.

I’m sitting here, waiting for Superman(a.k.a. dad) so that we can eat. I really am hungry!
My cat is with me, and we are having a very giving(or taking, depending on who you are talking about) conversation about politics.
And now he just left. Mid-sentence. How rude of him.

I must always love him!

The new WordPress

Hello new interface!
I’ve been using wordpress on my iPhone for quite a while now, it was one of the main reasons that I changed from blogg.se to wordpress.
But the interface has been only OK.
Now, with a new interface, with the upgrade, it is much better!
Except for one little thing. The interface when you want to write a new post is not changed. That’s the one I had most hope for. I want it to change!

What I can be arsed to do:

Besides watching QI(wonderful program, a shame we don’t have the same thing here, but instead have ”Här är ditt liv”) is to read my fathers blog. He has written a small series in three parts of why he’s voting the way he does, which I now have read.

A lot of the things he write on his blog, in general, are very interesting. A lot is also very uninteresting. However, that is not the important thing.
He tells me sometimes, that I should read his blog, which I regularly doesn’t. I do however read other blogs, that write about their(often uninteresting) life.

Why do I do that? Why do I read about things that are irrelevant to me. How is it possible for that to grab my attention, but not something important or of some worth. Why aren’t I reading my fathers blog, or any of his similar buddies blogs?
It’s not like I don’t care for politics, I do. I had a dream once of becoming a politician, but I decided against it. I don’t want to decide over how others should do their jobs, but rather what kind of jobs they should do. How much they should care about their jobs, or their assignments.

One of the things I find the hardest to do in school is to be the one providing an opinion, and backing it up. Because as long as I can go by my gut instinct, I’m fine. I’m secure enough in myself that I can do that. I can provide the most bizarre opinions, if they are what I feel is the right one. But as soon as I have to provide proof, that this is right, I hesitate. Why? I don’t know.
Maybe, it’s because I wasn’t raised to prove that I was right. I’ve been alone quite a lot growing up and I still am. I wasn’t raised, or challenged enough as a child/teenager. I haven’t been forced to prove that I can do something, it has just been assumed that I can.
I can be a genius sometimes, pure brilliance. But I can also be completely out of context, not having an idea how I can up with a particular train of thought.
I know quite a lot. I know that the earth has two moons, I know a lot about Charmed or Doctor Who, I know that Jesper posseses a horse whip, I know that if I cut off a little bit of my eyelashes, it grows back out again etc, etc.
But I didn’t know exactly who Gösta Ekman was. I had heard his name before, but he was too far away in my memory to find. So I asked my dad, and he laughed. Because to him it’s obvious. Just like I know that David Tennant played the tenth incarnation of the Doctor.

I can be arsed to write a very quick blog post, I can be arsed to watch QI, I can be arsed to read those three blog posts by Dad, but I can’t be arsed to find out who ”won” the debate that I watched.
Because I’m to tired. I can’t be arsed.

10x+9x=20x, right?

When we in Swedish A1(That’s swedish as a first language, for you non-IBers. NOT to be confused with Svenska A) had a 10 minutes break, I stayed in the classroom and made up equations and solved them on the board. That put in context, I am almost two sections(weeks, kind of) behind in maths. (Sch, don’t tell my parents…)

Arsed=bothered.

How is it possible that I am so lazy that I can’t even be arsed to look up the political standpoints of Socialdemokraterna, which ideologies I have systematically been brainwashed into for the last 16,5 years?

If anyone wondered…

My psychologybook that I mentioned in the last post, is no usual psychologybook. Apart from that it is dedicated to Bev and whats-her-face, it is also the fourth edition(this is very important for me).
However, a second thing I wanted to show is this:

Now, this causes me ”ett under av logiskt tänkande” to question the implications of this. Is the US hiding something from us?* Are they writing something else in their own book, are they telling us more than they or are they possibly telling us less?
These are the questions I ask myself.

*My god, that question could be taken right out of it’s context.

CAS = Creativity and stuff

Now, these past few days, maybe weeks, I have, in speech, become more positive.*
I have said quote ”I’m liking…” unquote.
For example, today, I have said so about the drawing of a ”human being”(No, I didn’t mean that as a way of mocking my teachers drawing. It was a quote) drawn by my teacher. She included big ears. I may have mentioned that I think it looked like Christopher Eccleston. Link to picture.
Just because of those ears, that was what I chose as my opinion of where the soul is in a human.
Secondly, more to myself, I have said, or more thought, that I liked the fact that my psychology book is dedicated. Like, you know how authors dedicate their books to people. But this isn’t a normal novell. This is a psychology book.
It says, and I quote: ”To Bev and Kay, for their endless love and support.”
Now is that not at all fitting or what?

However, after having a very depressing lecture about CAS the other day, Maryam and I struggled(I struggled the most) with finding a more… fun explaination of what CAS stands for(to somehow remove our thoughts over the enormous workload that is being put upon us!) and Maryam found that it could stand for ”Converse All Star”. But a close second is my ”Clashes And Simply put.”

*Yes I know I used an extensive amount of ”,”.

Book titles

So, in our ”library” there is this book that I’ve always like the title of, but I’ve never really wanted to look into, despite my curiosity.
It’s called ”Jag lever på dina besök” and I just… love it. At the top of my head, I’d like to say that that is the best fucking book title I’ve ever heard of.
But I don’t feel like reading it, cause I’m afraid I won’t like the book at all. That it won’t be about anything even remotely interesting.
So, yeah. That’s all I wanted to say.

A little philosophy at the beginning of the evening.

Now, to say beginning of the evening sounds like when people are (nicely) saying that they are taking their first drink on a night they plan on getting piss-drunk on.
I apologize, but the mood I’m in is in that kind of ”thinking at half past 2 at night” while it is really just a quarter to 6. So, the beginning of the evening.

Anyway, I was reading the expression ”Live every second as if it was your last”.
And I know, I know, that’s what you should be doing because otherwise you aren’t really living etc etc. Imagine me saying that with like an exhausted, tiny bit whiny voice.

But the phrase is kinda dumb.
The way I live my life is fine for me. I have a bit of an equal amount of shittyness and greatness in my life. A ying/yang kind of thing.
But I sure as hell don’t expect to die in a second. Or tomorrow. Or next year.
I expect to die around 60 years of age, just before I start using the hugh amount of money I have been saving up. Out of skin cancer because I get burned by the sun too much.

So around 50/55 years of age I will have a mid-life-crisis and start living properly.
And really, I’m fine with it.