Daily Life...

...is wonderful! Mondays off, so we have a 3day long weekend!
In my class, Adjusting to Japan, we were told to write a journal on daily bases, so I'm gonna try. Starting now. I want to dedicate this blog to things that annoy me about Japan. There are a couple of things, of course, it's just normal..don't hate me!

1. The screaming women. They stand outside of their shops and constantly yelling: IIIIIIIRAAAAAASHAAAAAAIIIIIMAAAAASEEEEEEE DOOOOOUZOOOOOUUUUU. It's not just the yelling, it's the voice they yell in. Apparently you must have the worlds most annoying voice to get this job..


2. The chairs and tables: Of course Japan is build for smaller people...But I'm not tall, and still my legs do not fit under tables! and because of that...my legs look like old fruits, scraped and bruised.

3. The individually wrapped things: Everything is individually wrapped! You buy a package of cheese... every single slice is individually wrapped, cookies, candy, EVERYTHING! Must cost a fortune!


4. The bullet pillows: Oh there are no words for those! They are small, they are filled with..bullets and they are UNCOMFORTABLE!! They are so hard and small that you wake up with a concussion if you roll of them.

5. The no garbage cans in the streets: Why aren't there any garbage cans!?!? You can get rid of pet bottles and cans...but ordinary garbage!? nono, just stick it in your pocket or bag and get rid of it when you come home!

6. The garbage recycle: Okay I get recycling but come on! Burnable, non burnable, cartons, stacks of paper, glass, cans, I will never learn what goes in what bag and where to throw it away!

7. The yellow marks in the sidewalk. Well I get why they're there, for the blind people to know when they arrive at an intersection. Love the idea, but for clumsy me, I constantly bike sideways into the grooves, and almost fall over.

8. The fact that everything is 90 minutes: Enough said.

Only 8 facts that really annoy me! (I'll probably come across more over the time) I love Japan, and my life! (apart from those 8 things...)


This weekend I went on a study trip! It was so awesome, we went rice harversting, bbq-ed, danced with a Japanese Beatles cover band, made pottery in Europe.. went to an Onsen, and ...more? Just look at the pictures! they say more then my words!

The Beatles Cover Band:

long time no smell!

Jæja! loksins fréttir frá Japanalandi...

Sorry hvað ég hef ekkert nennt að blogga... ég er löt og búin að vera endalaust upptekin við að hanga með krökkunum og versla nauðsynjar!

ég nenni ekki að blogga mikið núna svo ég ætla að gera svona gróft yfirlit yfir það sem ég er búin að vera að gera í Fukuoka síðustu tvær vikur.

Partý, versla nauðsynjar, partý, versla, sofa, drekka, versla, sofa, kaupa iPhone, drekka, fara í eina study trip, sofa... Til að fá meiri innsýn getiði bara dröslast til að skoða myndir. :)

Allir hér eru brilljant og við erum nokkuð góður hópur svona fljótt á litið, allir orðnir voða nánir og svona... úuúúúiííúúúú!!!!!

ég eiginlega nenni ekki að skrifa meir núna, en ég LOFA að koma með regluleg blogg hér eftir.

Okay so...

here I sit somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Saitama city. I'm very lost and very hot. How did I get here?! let's find out shall we?!

Well on the 13th of September I flew to Iceland nr 2 (Denmark) to spend some quality time with my family. It was nice and cold...mmm cold... after 4 days with the crew, I met up with Ólöf and her ever so trusty Husky, Eros. We had some good fun, almost died of cold at a dog show, ate McDonalds and tried to shop pink thinks.

The morning of the 20th of September, after a very strange night of packing Ólöf trying to study and Eros breaking the last light of the apartment, I took my stuff and began the 18.30 hours of traveling to Japan.

Flight one: Copenhagen-Moscow.

at the airport in Denmark I wondered around waiting for my flight. When I sat down at the gate a priest sat next to me and stared until I said hello. "Hello" he replied and asked me what I was going to do in Moscow. I told him the truth, it was only a stop between flights. Then, without me asking him, he told me he was going to Russia to preform an exorcism. Honestly I didn't have a clue what to say to him at that point, but he became a little (more) creepy. Then again without me asking, he told me that his grandmother was russian... then it started to sound a little too much like The Exorcist, and I wondered if he was telling me the truth, but being a priest I would have to say that he was.
The flight was pretty boring accept for the fact that the flight attendants had to act out the security plan and show the exits old fashioned way. One of them was a guy looking strangely much like a member from the Cullen family... pale, blond, quiet and with light honey eyes. Strange. The best part: Every announcement was in Russian, followed by "English" Lady and Gent, This *mumble mumble mumble mumble* and *mumble mumble* Thank you. Then they offered me drinks...in Russian. Good times.

The airport in Moscow was huge and modern, but in every corner was a smoking station, usually in front of the bathrooms or perfume shops where the cashiers sprayed you with perfume every 3 seconds. Bought a monkey Babuska doll... :)

Flight 2: Moscow-Beijing.
7 and a half hours of boredom. Sat next to a Chinese man who slept and snored a lot. The snoring woke me up the one time I could fall asleep! Then I decided I had to go to the bathroom (oh, how I hate airplane toilets!) It' took me 20 minutes and a whole lot of shaking to wake him up, I ended up giving him a elbow shot and he woke with a loud snore.

Flight 3: Beijing-Tokyo
Not much to say about this 3 hour flight... it was a bit boring since the in flight entertainment was the same as from Moscow to Beijing... Airport was no fun since my bag decided on staying in Beijing, not surprising though, The Beijing Airport was awesome. Some really overly helpful woman helped me fill out everything and bowed too many times before she let me out, promising to send the bag to my hostel day later.


So I got lost a few times on my way from Ueno to Nishi-Kawaguchi so I decided on taking a cab. That took over an hour since there was rush hour and a lot of small accidents. The cab driver didn't seem to understand my Japanese and didn't listen to me when I told him Kawaguchi, saitama... finally after some time he figured out that I was going to Saitama.... bravo to him! after roaming around he stopped in front of a house and said HEEEERE WEEEE AAAAAREE loud and clear and sent me off. We were most definitely not there but he pointed and didn't go until I started walking up some stairs belonging to a elderly and a wee bit confused lady. I turned around and tried looking at the map I had, but found none of the places marked. After a moment I found out that I was on the right street and stood for a while trying to find out house numbers. After a confusing while someone tapped my arm and made a gesture for me to follow. A very nice lady knew where the hostel was and showed me to the door. When I thanked her she complemented my Japanese and in I went.
That's when I saw my *room* it is in fact a closed off bunk bed so small that I hardly fit in there!! Only one tatami mat and I can't sit in there without my head being bent down. My capsule is on the second floor left hand side! below me is a very VERY weird Korean guy and next to me is a very lovely Japanese man who is my conversation partner, which is awesome. The people here are very nice but this is SO TINY and can't say that I am very tall... but my only view in the mirror here are my boobs.

Knitting.

Knitting. Almost everyone I know are knitting. Tons of sweaters, hats, mittens and houses.*
I haven't tried that since elementary school, where my teacher told me that I was utterly useless and I shouldn't be taking these classes... (well I didn't choose to take them!!) How rude! But she was right. I was a colossal failure at sewing, knitting and basically everything that home aid class taught me (or at least tried to teach me).
I knitted myself to my scarf, I sewed myself to my sweater...and on it goes. While people were making mittens and socks and such (at the tender age of 12) I was struggling with my ugly ass scarf. People made 4 pairs of mittens while I did 3 lines of the sodding scarf. It is safe to say that the stupid scarf never got to do it's job as a scarf. Because I was so effing slow, it was turned into a worm. A worm with red Mickey Mouse ears, dragon spikes on it's back and a snake tongue. Utterly hideous.
But now, 12 years later, I decided, after some persuasion from friends, to knit a round scarf. Very easy task indeed. They say knitting is calming for you, it's fun and you can watch TV while you do it. All I know that it is rubbish. (uh very Top Gear-y, all we know, he's called the Stig...)
Armed with the basics; drumsticks, some yarn and the basic knowledge of knitting, I started. After about 20 agonizing minutes, filled with sweat, yarn burns and tears, all I did were a whopping 3 lines. I gave up. It wasn't calming, I couldn't watch TV and it most certainly wasn't fun. Thanks to knitting I have sore fingers, missed the movie I was watching and am very irritated.

My verdict.
DON'T DO IT!

*Haven't you seen a knitted house!?!? noob!

BREAD!!!

I found out that bread is really dangerous!!! read and take caution!!

Research on bread indicates that:

1. More than 98 percent of convicted felons are bread users.
2. Fully HALF of all children who grow up in bread-consuming households score below average on standardized tests.
3. In the 18th century, when virtually all bread was baked in the home, the average life expectancy was less than 50 years; infant mortality rates were unacceptably high; many women died in childbirth; and diseases such as typhoid, yellow fever, and influenza ravaged whole nations.

4. More than 90 percent of violent crimes are committed within 24 hours of eating bread.
5. Bread is made from a substance called "dough." It has been proven that as little as one pound of dough can be used to suffocate a mouse. The average American eats more bread than that in one month!

6. Primitive tribal societies that have no bread exhibit a low incidence of cancer, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's disease, and osteoporosis.
7. Bread has been proven to be addictive. Subjects deprived of bread and given only water to eat begged for bread after as little as two days.
8. Bread is often a "gateway" food item, leading the user to "harder" items such as butter, jelly, peanut butter, and even cold cuts.
9. Bread has been proven to absorb water. Since the human body is more than 90 percent water, it follows that eating bread could lead to your body being taken over by this absorptive food product, turning you into a soggy, gooey bread-pudding person.

10. Newborn babies can choke on bread.
11. Bread is baked at temperatures as high as 400 degrees Fahrenheit! That kind of heat can kill an adult in less than one minute.
12. Most American bread eaters are utterly unable to distinguish between significant scientific fact and meaningless statistical babbling.

In light of these frightening statistics, it has been proposed that the following bread restrictions be made:

1. No sale of bread to minors.
2. A nationwide "Just Say No To Toast" campaign, complete celebrity TV spots and bumper stickers.
3. A 300 percent federal tax on all bread to pay for all the societal ills we might associate with bread.
4. No animal or human images, nor any primary colors (which may appeal to children) may be used to promote bread usage.
5. The establishment of "Bread-free" zones around schools.

Oh dear...

Okei, I found a new yummi-looking recipe and decided to try it. Usually I'm a pretty good cook (when it comes to chicken,) so I tried.

Finely chopped ginger, begin to chop ginger but accidentally almost chopped finger off. Ouch.

(Father laughs and points out that it is the ginger that is supposed to be finely chopped, not my finger.) Thanks for clearing that out.

Next two tablespoons of soy sauce. Good no problem.

Zest of one lime. I don't have the right tools!! *rumbles through kitchen cupboards* Hmm this looks fine. zip zip zip, OUCH zipped skin off finger... not good. (Father laughs more)

Juice of one lime. Cut lime in half, no accidents (v.g) but as I squeeze out juice it sprayed in left eye and into cut on finger. ouch (Father leaves kitchen roaring with laughter)

add honey and garlic. No problem.

pour over chicken, for a sticky and zesty lime and ginger chicken! Can't wait

ready now, smells very good! Looks...not sticky at all..

testing it with some rice hope it's good!

hmm kind of feels like one is eating tequila, thanks to lime and salt...

A tale of a girl

This is a tale of horror...

The thunderstorm is blasting, lighting up the sky with ghostly bright flashes and the wind blows in the willows in the huge, dark yard. In the yard stands also a big, dark, old house, the once white painting almost gone and it stands there bare against the cold, windy night.
A lone wolf howls against the full but shadowy moon in the far distance, but hush... What was that? Was there just flick of light in one of the windows? *

On the top floor of the old house, sits a sweet girl, dressed in a long flow-y white nightgown, doing her Kanji worksheet, when suddenly she hears a strange noise. "What can that be?" she thinks, "Is that music? it sounds familiar, but from where is it coming?
She slipped out of her antique bed, and put on her worn slippers. In her white nightgown she tip-toed through the darkness, looking like a eerie ghost as she followed the sound of the mysterious music.
The chills raced down her spine as she realized that the music was coming from the attic. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead when she remembered from where she knew the music. It was her old creepy doll which has been kept in the attic for many years now. It was given to her as a child, from a very old and strange aunt, which was know in her town for witchcraft. Terrified she ran back to her room and slammed the door. At that moment the power went off. "Oh deary me" she thought and tried to calm her nervs. This can't be. The door slowly opened and she let out a bone-chilling scream as a lightning blasted and showed the doll standing in the doorway.



This story is true, well, the point of me hearing the strange music from the attic and realizing it's coming from a very creepy doll, that I hate... is true, the rest is for drama 'cause we loves it!

*think of kind a Tim Burton-y feeling, tall old naked trees and a large pointy steel gate....

over and out!

Jiya Nihego Blog.

I haven't been blogging at all! why?! The reason why is my busy life and the fact that the all mighty spirit of the blogging world went on a holiday without letting me know. He returned now, but I would have to say that it is not the best time for him to muse me ...during a Chinese culture class. One could be a little hurt. It has also become so that my English is in the state of being heta desu. I have become to think that is because the Nihongo no book has really weird English. I am in the state of trying to speak better ego and see (how that goes.)

What have I done since last time?
*I applied for Universities in Nihon, demo I haven't gotten answers yet. any day now!
*I started school
*I'm bad at not only Japanese, but in ego as well (it has been getting worse slowly)
*I'm even stranger than before

and ... Edda is here!! (applause) which is awesome, I was in the need for a fellow über crazy atama. (not that my friends are normal, you know who you are).

Edda came bringing gifts, and as for me, from Edda, I received iPod Touch Nihon candy.

Burundisu san had a slumber party where everyone was very genki and had a good time with loads of osake (jiya, some people were more genki then others) people came bringing osake and pajamas, I came bearing such things as osake, and and other drinkable mono. I came in my blue shorts but was not the only one!
Singstar was raped (brutally in the unsmeared* anal) and it is safe to say that it is tricky tricky tricky tricky ....
The highlight of the the night (well....besides Edda's return) was when Svava had everyone fighting for breath when she performed a truly Oscar-y version of the word "moan"...in Actionary. Wish I had a video of that...



Over and out

*My blog, my word

Bitter much?!

If someone reads my blog, some may have noticed that I haven't written anything about the Santa Clauses like I promised.... That is because I haven't had the time, and because of pure bitterness. Not one Santa has put anything cool in my shoe! (that sounds strange for foreigners). I feel betrayed and a little sad, because I really wanted to get some nice little presents. It's not only the fact that they are not giving me anything, it's the fact that they are completely ignoring me! All the nice letters I have written for them, the cookies that I have baked just for them... Everything untouched. One could be a little hurt.
All this, and I even befriended them on Facebook!!! How rude!

Today I went to take the stupid Toefl exam, and boy does it suck!!! How on earth are they going to tell if my English is good when I get a whooping 60sec to speak about some lame topic (a topic I cannot recide here, because of the strange and strict laws of Toefl). no bitterness ...NONE WHAT SO EVER!!

Well, enough on the bitter side.
Even though the Santas have betrayed me and the Toefl was 4 hours of bullshit, the Christmas spirit has overtaken my soul. Everywhere I look there is a Christmas decoration and the classical "outofmywayIhavesomemoreChristmasshoppingtodo" look, shines upon every face. Is there anything more Christmas-y?! Nothing except maybe my mother trying to clean every single corner of the house, screaming at me for being untidy... "THERE WILL BE NO CHRISTMAS IF I CAN'T FINISH CLEANING!!!" Some one needs to tell her... that Christmas will come, although she hasn't cleaned yet. Sorry mom!

My job the last days before Christmas is to bathe my furry friends, Last year I had only one furry friend to bathe but now the number has increased by a whooping 4 legs, one tail and a head. About 50% my awesome math skills tell me. In addition to the fat, lazy, selfcentered and grumpy cat, I now have to bathe a overly happy, hyper but loyal dogette.

Well... nothing more now...
Untill we meet again!

Jólasveinarnir... Santa Claus....es...

Í tilefni þess að Jólasveinarnir byrja að koma í nótt ákvað ég að skella upp vísunni eftir Jóhannes frá Kötlum, um vini okkar... og vona að þeir LESI ÞESSA FÆRSLUog sjái sér fært að koma og gefa mér gott í skóinn. Ekki e-ð svona klúður eins og í fyrra.... (ég varð svolítið sár bara)
Ég ætla að setja vísu um hvern jólasvein á hverjum degi til Jóla!!! skemmtilegt ekki satt?!

Stekkjastaur ásamt smá "intro" LET US BEGIN!


Segja vil ég sögu
af sveinunum þeim,
sem brugðu sér hér forðum
á bæina heim.

Þeir uppi á fjöllum sáust,
-eins og margur veit,-
í langri halarófu
á leið niður í sveit.

Grýla var þeirra móðir
og gaf þeim tröllamjólk,
en pabbinn Leppalúði,
-það var leiðindafólk.

Þeir jólasveinar nefndust,
-um jólin birtust þeir,
og einn og einn þeir komu,
en aldrei tveir og tveir.

Þeir voru þrettán
þessir heiðursmenn,
sem ekki vildu ónáða
allir í senn

Að dyrunum þeir læddust
og drógu lokuna úr.
Og einna helst þeir leituðu
í eldhús og búr.

Lævísir á svipinn
þeir leyndust hér og þar,
til óknyttanna vísir,
ef enginn nærri var.

Og eins, þó einhver sæi,
var ekki hikað við
að hrekkja fólk - og trufla
þess heimilisfrið.

Stekkjastaur kom fyrstur,
stinnur eins og tré.
Hann laumaðist í fjárhúsin
og lék á bóndans fé.

Hann vildi sjúga ærnar,
-þá varð þeim ekki um sel,
því greyið hafði staurfætur,
-það gekk nú ekki vel.



Þar með er það komið á blað! douzo!

Sometimes..

I forget names and faces. People come up to me in the street and say: "Hi, how are darling, how is your mom and dad doing?! ohh how nice and your brother?, oh lovely, tell everyone I said hi!" I answer politely and say goodbye, not knowing who the hell it was. I don't know the face and for sure can't remember the name either. How on earth can I tell my parents Hi from the person?! "oh yes mom a met a woman who told me to say hi."
Mom: "oh and who was it?"
Me: Oh.. I have no idea, but she had, like hair... and two eyes and a mouth uh uh and and A NOSE!

Sometimes I know the face, and know that I should know the person, but the thing is I have no idea from where.
Working at a kindergarten, a new woman started working there one day. I knew I knew her from somewhere and asked my boss what her name was. She told me Nina, and I went on pondering in my little brain. Nina, Nina, I should know her.
I decided to walk over to her and introduce me to her, and check if she remembered me as well. So I go there and say: "oh Hi, you are new right?! My name is Elisabet"
Woman: " Yes, hello there Elisabet, I'm your AUNT Nina!!"

oooohhhh yeah, that's how I know her... she's my aunt... who babysat me A LOT and visits often... I KNEW I KNEW HER FROM SOMEWHERE!!!

Fact of the day: If you switch the letters "i" and "a" in the name Brian, you get the word Brain!!
this fact was sponsored by my brain....or Brian, who knows?

strangeness of People

Ok well, there I was, simply sitting with some people, enjoying being alive, when one of those people asks me what I was doing in live. Telling the truth I told him that I was studying Japanese and so on. He ~ohh-ed~ and ~aaahh-ed~ for a little and then told me (very proudly) that he had seen... bukkake performed... He smiled like an idiot for a while and then noticed the horrid look on my face. "What?!" he said, "don't you know what Bukkake is!?" I sat there and stared at him in great disbelive. "What ?!", I asked not so politely; "why are you telling me that? I surely do not want to know what you do to have fun."
He sat there staring at me truly confused and said: eeerm Bukkake... erm...a Japanese dance drama stuff... with lots of makeup and weird faces?!
Then I realized the poor fellow was talking about the VERY innocent KABUKI play... not the horror of Bukkake ...

Oh the wonders of people messing up words....

Movie Time

Okey, so I have nothing to do... at all so I made a very nice (hehemm) Music video and a movie. my talents are awesome So break out the popcorn and sit back!!

First I present to you my music video
The lovely song is called:
Hermanas and bananas





And my new movie, just out today. It's a heartwarming story about two...ex lovers.

http://www.grapheine.com/classiktv/index.php?module=see〈=fr&code=6b31e634e03cec1dec9044761a3b4d44

videos from Japan

I just wanted to see if I could upload a video without problems here... So, this is a video of some ritual that we saw taking place in a temple, september 2009


Some kickass drums we saw close to Waseda Station on our way to Harajuku, august 2009 sorry about the sound

Michael Jordan, Parminder Nagra and David Duchovny or what?

Well, here I was, trying to compose a blog, that is not boring, not going so well I thought, when my MSN Messenger started jumping (I think I should get payed for advertising them). Oh dear cod (yes cod) I thought, probably one of my amazing friends...well...it turned out that it was not any of my awesome friends, it was a guy from THE GAMBIA (not like there is another Gambia...oh no it's not THE Gambia, it's the...other one...) he told me how fun I was, and that he loved me...(I got all mussy eyed and all) but told him a very sad story about me having a hubby. (A total lie...but..you know) well... then he really wanted me to send him a photo of me, and my beautiful body...(how the hell does he know about my beautiful body?!) Well, not that stupid, I asked him to send me a photo of him first, and his...beautiful body. I waited and finally there was a photo! Looking forward to see Mr. Abdulla's body I clicked on the photo only to find out that Mr. Abdulla was infact MICHAEL JORDAN. Very confused I asked him if this was really him. He got a bit offended I think, and answered; "YES, WHO ELSE!?" and then it was my turn, panic(at the disco)ing I found a photo of me...or not...it was a photo of the ever so lovely, Parminder Nagra. Stunned by my (or in this case, Parminder's) beauty he asked for a photo of my very lovely hubby wubby. Dear cod, I thought for the second time today, who is fit as my hubby?! The answer was right in front of me, David Duchovny! (I was watching The X-Files, at that point). So I sent Mr. Abdulla (aka M. Jordan) from THE ONE AND ONLY GAMBIA a photo of Mr. Duchovny (aka my hubby). Mr. Abdulla (aka M. Jordan) found this very nice, and told me to ask my hubby, Mr. Duchovny, if it would be okey if I married him as well.( Mr. Abdulla aka Mr. Jordan of course). Sadly Mr. Duchovny (aka my hubby) didn't think that was a good idea, so Mr. Abdulla (aka M. Jordan) said goodbye with tears, and whised me and Mr. Duchovny a great live together.

Here is Mr. Abdulla, aka M. Jordan from THE GAMBIA
lovely

Ísl-Enska/ Icelandic- English

Ok, so in Iceland we have a lot of phrases, just like in other languages. I thought of writing a few of them here on this Tabula rasa and translate them literally into English. This is hilarious I have to say! And I hope you have fun reading it!

1. Rúsínan í pylsuendanum= The raisin at the end of the hot dog.
2. Ég mæli eindregið með því = I measure one pulled with it.
3. Nú duga engin vettlingatök = Now there won't do any mitten-takes
4. Ég kem alveg af fjöllum = I come completely from mountains
5. Þakka þér fyrir hlý orð í minn garð = Thank you for the warm words into my garden
6. Það gengur allt á afturfótunum = Everything goes on the back-legs
7. Hann er alveg úti að aka = He's comepletely out driving
8. Það liggur í augum uppi = It lies in the eyes upstairs
9. Hún gaf mér undir fótinn = She gave me under the leg
10. Hann stóð á öndinni = He stood on the duck
11. Ég kenni í brjósti um hann = I teach in breast of him
12. Áfram með smjörið!! = On with the butter!!
13. Í grænum hvelli =In a green bang
14. Ég vorkenni honum= I springteach him
15. Forsætisráðherra = Front seat advise Sir
16. Stappa stálinu í þá =Stomp the steel into them
17.Hver á þessa bók? = Hot spring river this book
18. Enginn verður óbarinn Biskup = Nobody becomes an unbeaten bishop
19.Ég tók hann í bakaríið = I took him to the bakery
20. Ég mun finna þig í fjöru =I will find you on a beach
21.Að koma einhverjum fyrir kattarnef = To put someone before a cats nose
22. Ég borga bara með reiðufé =I only pay with angry sheeps
23. Ég skal sýna honum hvað hvar Davíð keypti ölið = I'll show him where David bought the ale
24.Sel það ekki dýrara en ég keypti það = I will not sell it more expensive than I bought it
25. Hann gengur ekki heill til skógar =He doesn't walk whole to the forrest
26. Fjallmyndarlegur = Mountain handsome
27. Ertu frá þér?! = Are you from you!?!

well, this was fun, it's only literal meaning haha so don't take it seriously :D

Well, I'm off to watching a bit more

later!

p.s I have no idea why there is a Ikea photo there...?

hello there!

Hello my pretties

Here I am, blogging on my brand new shiny blog! But what have I to say? Nothing at all! how sad is that? I'm new to the new blog...how do I start? Do you people know me, or don't you? who knows? Maybe the FBI, they know a lot.

So whats up with me? I'm sitting on my sofa very hungry but to lazy to do anything about it. Nothing new, (if you know me it might be new to you if you don't.)

well..since I have nothing to say I'm not gonna bother you with nothing, so I bid you farewell for now, promising that my next blog will be fun!