Quote of the day.

"Speed has never killed anyone. Suddenly becoming stationary, that's what gets you, that's the killer."

Ofcourse it was said by Jeremy Clarkson, the man who has gone about most of his life shouting and asking for "more power".

I've had yet another useless day. I am having a real high level of anxiety these days - nothing new to me, but usually it builds up, I proceed to have a nervous meltdown of epic proportions, and then it just disappears. But this time it's completely different and constant, it's just not getting any better. So that's why I've spent most of my last week jumping between the telly, world of warcraft, audio books, music, Top Gear and surfing the net. Usually any of those things work; they distract me from myself, and lets me relax. At least for a good while. But now it's just stopped working, and I can't focus on anything. I just... fall out of it. "What did I just hear on that audio book?" *rewinds* I can't follow a train of thought that's more then one sentence long, and I can't do anything for more then 30 minutes at a time. The only thing that's remotely worked is Top Gear, but after over 4 seasons even that is loosing it's magic. Right now I'm not ambitious, I'm just rubbish.

Crikey!

For all of you wondering why I classify myself as "insane.. sort of", I can enlighten you. I was for a while ago diagnosed with a few minor personality disorders. Sounds more horrible than it is, I do not have eyes pointing in different directions (most of the time), I do not drool or bite, and I do not attempt to mow the lawn in mid-January. It just means I have bad periods and am generally a bit harassed by my own brain.

Due to Michael Moore we all know that the government of Norway buys you a trip to Mauritius if you feel a bit iffy. But today, as I went to the pharmacy to pick up my new dru-- I mean, medication, I got a wee bit of a shock. The exact medication the doctor had prescribed to me (which should last me about 3 months), would cost me about 2200 NOK, or €270! Oh, spiffing! Thankfully there is a cheaper version of the exact same medication produced by some other company, and if I picked those my prescription would fill out a bunch of complicated rules, and I didn't have to pay anything. Which is kinda neat. But I have to admit I was a bit sweaty before I found this out. "So this is my punishment for having a sadistic terrorist of a brain? Paying an arm and a leg for some stuff that might help? I bet I could get them cheaper in some back alley in Oslo!"

Me and the English language

I was told rather early that I had a knack for English. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I learned to read early, and then proceeded to steal my brother and sister's video cassettes and watched Jaws and other movies I probably shouldn't have seen at all at the age of 7 or 8. I'm convinced that I learned English by watching foreign movies subtitled in Norwegian. The past 5 years I've been reading books, watching movie's and tv-shows, and listening to audio books in English. And since I do still play World of Warcraft, I write (and occasionally talk) a lot in this language. Lately it's become so bad that my brain actually forms sentences in English which I then have to translate into Norwegian when talking to other people online. And since I've done nothing else but watch Top Gear the past week, my internal voice now sounds like a British middle-aged nutter who says "oh, cock" a lot.

But I do have some problems with the English language. Some specific words, actually. The first one I'd like to point out is "grin". To me, that act of "grinning" really doesn't sound like a friendly, happy smile. It sounds like what a dog does when it blot it's teeth, or when someones makes an angry face. It just doesn't sound happy!

Another one is "snogging". Just try the word out, slowly. "Snogging". This does -not- sound like the word to describe affectionate, passionate, long term kissing. It could be used as a .. threat. "Watch it or I'll snog your face off!". Or like a word used to describe jogging in snow. Snowjogging. Snogging. See? Logic.But it's not a romantic word.

I realize that it probably isn't the brightest idea to have a go at this particular language, since it's fairly popular and used by quite a few people. In my defense these are more specific, British words. And the words are just wrong. Replace them, please. Not that I think anyone would. But that's me, ambitious but rubbish.