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Temporary brain damage there.

I have one year of school left, I am going to suck it up and not be an idiot.

Hello!

New in Eru-world;

I am single!

Moving in with the parental units for the summer and into a new place in the fall.

Going to be in Nice, Roskilde and Stockholm this summer.

I just realised that I look really haggard in my new profile picture but honestly thats what I look like for the most part these days so its not getting retouched.

I have no idea what I am doing. I guess on the outside it would look as if I am this accomplished, hard working person with a clear goal and marching straight towards it, if you where my shrink I guess you would have some insight into the chaos that is my life. A dichotomy in a zombieesque state. I am working to fix all the problems I caused, well at least I pretend to, I keep telling myself that I am not digging myself into another hole but I am not sure I believe that lie anymore. I walk in haze of halfassery with glimmers of clarity, but are they enough? And does anyone really live with full clarity? Probably not. Also does anyone really have feelings? I keep thinking I need to feel something but maybe no one really does. Maybe feelings are a myth, I rarely think about my lack of emotions these days because really it's not really a problem for me. It only becomes a problem when those around me get so annoyed about it that they annoy me. Which is something I will have to deal with soon but for purely selfish reasons I am going to put it off until when I feel like dealing with it is convenient. I have been living in the same place for a while now and it's making me itch, all of the sudden I have these amazing career opportunities but the idea of staying in this place for such a long time make me want to jump screaming of a tall building. Even though what I have always been interested in what is now being served to me now I wonder why I was even interested in the first place. Maybe I think that the next place will give me clarity and awareness.

The farther one travels into the worlds politics and academia the more one realizes that everyone is a fucking moron

How is this not the coolest thing ever?



Tie fighter speakers! Gief!

The Bad

The Good

On the upside I am getting an all expenses paid trip to Brussels for a conference on Womens Sexual and Reproductive rights, at Parlament. How cool is that? I could kill to work there and now they are paying me to come visit. I promise to take lots of pictures. I am going to stuff my face on chocolate, waffles and fish, yum!

And looks like I might be joining the board of our student union; thanks in part to some harassment by the president of said union who will be joining me on said trip.

Bwahahaha...time for a very late update


Ugh I have had a virus since Roskilde and my head is still a fog. Add to that the fact that most bands ended up being disappointing(except for the Who ofc) and that Roskilde was a historic mud fest. In fact it was the worst ever with over 100 mm of rain in a week, not to mention the wind...fucking wind. But despite all of the adversities it was easily the best week of the year thanks to the amazing group of people that make up Camp Booty Bay. Here are some highlights for your viewing pleasure;


It begins; this is us waiting outside the festival a day early just to be able to get our perfect spot; which we did.


After waiting in line we got into this little holding pen where we braved the night under the stars. At maybe 5 in the morning there was a sudden roar and the fences where broken down, I grabbed my warning tape and ran with thousands of others in an indescribable fog to the sound of screams and boots pounding the ground. I made it and the high was awesome.

Camp Booty Bay


Camp Booty Bay later in the week...hah



The perfect gang;





We braved the weather together...it began slowly;


Soon no grass could be found.



The winds and heavy rains tested the strength of our party tents.


People fought the mud, ditch digging at its finest;


East camp and the East camp parking lot (West camp ftw )




But we braved it and where awarded with a not half bad Sunday.


Sunday was also the day of the infamous Basement Jaxx concert


There where togas, wigs, wings, debauchery and more beer.

Beer was the liquid gold as always, heres missing you Turbo-G



Something rare...pics of moi!
If Leia went to Roskilde;





Whoa...and that doesn't even give a full picture. I miss my gang soo much already



But in happier news soon sets will be shot with Nemesis and it looks like I am going to the London Tattoo convention