My Heart is a Nest of Wires

*le run to the kitchen to get toast*

Where the hell did Robin come from? HMM!? *grumbles and googles*

Woke up at 04.30 to finish that letter to the editor due 09.00. Just chilling while writing, 1,5 line spacing.  LE OK DONE! Save the as .doc and put it on the USB-drive.

*le make breakfast*

*le make myself ready*

While walking to the bus I realised I never did eat that breakfast I made, and I didn’t take them with me either. Oh, yeah, well fuck’em.

I get to the computer room at 07.45ish and after a whole lot of staring at the screen I can only conclude that I’ve put the wrong document on the USB-drive. (Fucketifuck) 

*taking le bus back home*

I print the papers at home IN BLUE INK SINCE THE BLACK IS GONE, put the forgotten breakfast in the bag and get as far as across the road before I realise I forgot the papers I just printed out. *le run*

Get back to uni at 08.30, run down the halls to get the paper in the right box.

Oh, and did I mention I had an exam at 09.00 as well? no? Well, I did. So, *le run across campus.*

OH MY FUCKING LIFE NEVER AGAIN

I have no idea what I’m writing right now.

I got up early to start/finish a letter to the editor about multiethnic youth language (you may now swoon and cheer over this simply fascinating subject. I’m dead serious). 

Anyway.  As always when I’m bulshitting my way through last minute homework I worry about my tendency to “oh, fuck it. I’ll Purple Prose it.”. This is an especially bad idea if you’re studying to become a Language Consultant (which I am. In Swedish, I might add if you’re thinking “Yeah, well, looking at this writing, good luck. You’ll need it.”). THE TEACHERS WILL SEE THROUGH YOUR BULLSHIT. PROBABLY.  

Edit 1: Also: how on earth are you supposed to pronounce the name Bijvoet? I say it like it’s French, but I really don’t think it is <_____<

Edit 2: Apparently she’s from the Netherlands (?) Still doesn’t help me pronounce the name though.

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Corpse Ride

Instead of picking up his prom date Victor finds himself on a road trip with a dead body.

Ill Bill

The bride is up for some serious killing if Bill isn’t going to stop his whining about being sick.

Lack Swan

The prodution of Swan Lake is very unsatisfactorily without the lead role.

Watchme

A desperate internet blogger who doesn’t feel the need to use spaces blackmails people into following him.

The Mark Strong Movie Edition:

The Ong Firm 

• Mark Strong with Chinese accent, just saying.

Kick SS 

• Obviously a gritty, spaghetti-western á la Inglorious Basterds, featuring an 11 year old who kills Nazis. And Mark in a uniform. With a German accent.

BOD of Lies 

• Enviromental spy thriller? Set at sea with Dicaprio, Russel Crowe and Mark Strong as Marine Biologists.

Ow Winter Sun 

• More enviromental drama, clearly.

Tardust

• Same as before but with a bucket of tar instead of the star.

Robin Ood 

• Tells the previously untold story of a green clad Ood and his problems handling both bow, arrow and his heart at the same time.

Lashbacks of a Fool 

• Exactly what it sounds like … will it change the original? Not really.

Sunshin

• a movie about legs.

I Walk Away and I Tumble

• Tumblr: The Movie

Fever Itch

• Man-flick about itches. (The same essentially)