Ich liebe Berlin!

So, i went to the club yesterday, and they were all there:

# the men with undercut and long ponytails
# the fat, very serious goth girl who never made one silly dance move
# the headbanging punk
# the young man who looked like Peter Murphy in Bauhaus
# the two israelian men who were dancing like maniacs
# the supercool man who was like 40 with sunglasses and jeans
#the man who was sitting at a table staring (he's thinking about mass murdering, the Israelian man said)
# the drunk Swedish girl

all we ever wanted was everything

I suddenly ended up alone in Berlin.

Waking up on sunday morning without David next to me in an empty appartment was quite a shock. I was utterly alone with no plans whatsoever.
Cried a little and thought, pardon my language; "what the fuck am i doing here?!"
Relaxed and took a look at the flea market, and went many streets away to find a cash mashine.

Today i was happier and bought:

Front 242 - Front By Front
Bauhaus - The Sky's Gone Out
Bauhaus - Burning From The Inside
Fad Gadget - Best of
K.U.K.L - The Eye

...and where did that libido go?

I can’t wait much longer for Berlin!
I’m ageing over here. Nothing is happening. Today i didn’t even leave the house.
I feel old.

Started to read 101 Reykjavík today and i was horrified. Is that how people look upon one another? Is this the closest you get to love and emotions?
Is it really that fun to live a life when nothing is real?

I want a real life. While waiting for it i could as well go off to sleep.
Godnatt.

last helmets

Tonight i'll go to what might be Hjálmars last concert - before they split up. It is a strange thing that it will happen in Göteborg and that i will be there, far from Bónus, Laugavegur and video nights with friends.
But we all know that nothing is ever going to last forever. Which is very good, in a way.
Next week i'm leaving for Berlin, and this might as well be the next chapter in my life. I wonder what awaits me there... sure it must be something? I discussed clubs and job careers with Susanne today and... mmm... it feels good.
My mum made food for the two German gestir that will come soon. She's really the best. Whit wine and David will be added to make the evening complete.

Song of the day: Sleep by Bang Gang

Ruben Warhol

Yesterday i had Ruben coming over.
It was fun, we were being creative and were cutting and glueing most of the evening. He has this artistic gift that makes everything look fantastic, especially comparing to my lame things that look like they are bought at ikea. He left a paper box and a postcard here if you'd like to see it.
Ended up at a rave party in the forest close to my house. Red lamps and beer.

Jaeja, Theresa will come later tonight with some friends. Better put things and myself in order.

lazy days

s'agapo

Sometimes things turn odd.
Like two weeks ago when I had champagne and went sailing in the middle of the night, and one of them lost the diamond ring in the sea. Or last night when I was at a Yankee party and threw beer cans and shot with a rifle.
In between that, things are not odd at all.
Like when I was at the countryside for ten days lying in my bed/on the beach. Sometimes, when I had the energy, I read.

Today I found my favourite Eurovision song all times; no Finnish metal band could ever compete with this…

Hey, when you see me down and sad
when I’m out of my mind
give the password
hey, baby you’re the only one
who can turn me up or down
give the password

Say, say the magic word
Σ’ αγαπώ S.A.G.A.P.O.