Blogger sucks

Yesterday I had written a blog about lots of different stuff but as I was about to post it, blogger sends me into some weird redirecting-limbo and I am unable to access my blog. This new blogger 2 or whatever they call it has been nothing but trouble. I am seriously contemplating giving up blogging alltogether or more likely, starting a new blog on a different site.

dude...it's tuesday

I wonder what the odds of biting yourself in the tongue are. I mean, you eat a couple of times every day. I figure the odds are about 1/120,000. I had actually written it out but thought it was boring so I deleted it. You just have to take my word for it. Anyway, that’s what I did yesterday. I was chomping down on a carrot and bit my tongue instead…hard. So now I have a quarter inch wound in my tongue.

I have started my Christmas shopping. Well, actually not so much. I’ve found two presents so about 5/7 is still remaining. I’m planning on getting the rest during the week, probably Friday and Saturday.

I have also begun my hunt for a new cologne. I didn’t find the P-diddy one but I did find another one called Fahrenheit, which had gotten rave reviews on the interweb. I didn’t find it that special. I thought it was a bit too potent and too plain, a bit like Axe-deoderant actually.

Today I signed a new employment contract so I’ve got a job for a year.
It feels a bit strange. When I graduated school I got an actual title, I could call myself something, even though I wasn’t sure about what I had actually learned. Now I have a job and can actually say that I work somewhere. It feels very weird, and very cool.

I thought about starting a new blog and publishing the pictures that were not used in the article yesterday. However, I got the photos today and frankly I don’t feel they are that good so I’ll scrap that idea. I actually thought I looked a bit soft. I had better step up the intensity in the gym if I’m going to get in any kind of shape for summer. Nobody likes flab.
Oh, I also found five bucks on the sidewalk today so I went right ahead and bought the new issue of GQ.

Office Xmas Party

On friday there was the office Christmas party I had to attend. I say ”had to” because frankly I would rather have stayed at home and gone to bed at a reasonable hour, especially since I got up at 5:30 in the morning. I had loads of stuff to do because I had to make time for an additional photo shoot in the afternoon. This also meant I had to get off work at 2, which is why I had to get up early.

The party (and I use that term loosely) started at 7. There was food, which according to my colleagues was great. I, however, didn’t really think it was all that special. I have never really understood the point with cold food, especially fish. I mean, if you’re going to serve food why not go all the way and heat it? At least there was chicken and potatoes as well. I didn’t even touch the shrimp.

Then there were a few games that everyone was supposed to take part in. I found it a bit difficult to understand the rules since they were explained in Finnish but I felt better when I realised that no one else really understood them either. I won’t even bother explaining them as it would only be a waste of breath reading about them, with the exception of one, which was especially awful.

Everyone was to roll a dice and the person that got a 6 was supposed to go to a table and eat chocolate with a knife and fork. I don’t mind eating one or two pieces of chokolate but stuffing my face with it is repulsive. I rolled two 6’s straight! Luckily for me the person directly after me also rolled 6’s so I didn’t have to eat a single piece. Oh happy day!

Then there was a hilarious show. And by ”hilarious” I mean dull and average at best (and that’s being generous). It basically boiled down to people being dressed up and lip synching to weird Finnish songs for 45 minutes. They did have a few English songs as well though. Everyone thought it was great but I sat there thinking ”I don’t get it...I just don’t”. Okay, one dude was funny but that was just because he was drunk. I really tried to understand it too. I could see how 10 minutes of it would have been funny but after that it’s like beating a dead horse.

I slipped out at about 12 and decided to swing by the club and see if there was any action but the place wasn’t really happening so I managed to get home and into bed pretty early.
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On saturday I had planned on going out shopping for Christmas presents, which turned into me looking for a new cologne and buying another one of those lovely shirts from Brothers. This time I got a fabulous light blue one with french cuffs and white fabric cufflinks. When I was about to pay for it I noticed a small stain on it so I got 5% off since they didn’t have another one in my size. When I got home I got the stain out.

I am contemplating getting a new cologne soon as I’m running out of the one I’m currently using. I was thinking about getting Jean-Paul Gaultier ”Le Male” but they didn’t have any in stock when I looked for it on saturday. Later on I read about a new cologne by P.Diddy that is supposed to be excellent so I’ll see if I can find it and see if it’s any good. Other candidates are Polo Black by Ralph Lauren or Armani Black code. However, I won’t get any brand that hasn’t got a spray-cap, as the risk of you ”over applying” is too great.
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In the evening me and the gang went out partying. Me, Martin, Marcus and Kia and Ove all headed over to Fontana. Kia insisted that I meet a friend of hers that I actually met at the Halloween party but she hadn’t seen me without makeup and clown clothes. Women apparently like playing match maker so Kia was excited about the whole thing. I always find these kind of set up situations a bit awkward...at best.

I didn’t talk to the girl for that long so I couldn’t really get a good enough idea what she is like as a person. Physically though she is right up my alley. Very cute, blond, big...umm...eyes. Plus, I observed her behaviour a bit and she seemed to act very classy, unlike the tramp on the dance floor who went around rubbing her ass on every guy’s crotch, obviously just to get their attention. There is one glaring flaw though; she smokes (supposedly only when she’s partying but still...I’m not sure I’d be able to deal with that). Granted, if she had all the other qualities I’m looking for then I might be able to overlook it. Maybe...

Parties

In the past two days I’ve been to no less than two singles-parties, and they both pretty much sucked. The first one was on Tuesday at fontana. When I got there, there was a total of 7 guys at the place, no women at all. During the evening some more people dropped in. At most I estimated that there was about 60 people there. A pretty good dividion though of roughly 50% of each gender. A number like that is excellent for a club. However, the club has a capacity for over 800 so 60 is horribly bad, especially considering that the majority were people from McDonalds’ staff Christmas party, and they got in free.

I did meet two or three people I know though and I chatted with a Finnish chick. In addition to that I got invitations to the vip-party next Wednesday so the night wasn’t a complete bust. At the vip-party there will be free food and drinks so Martin will probably get wasted since he will be getting my free drinks. I got two invitations so I can bring three people. I’m trying to find two more willing to go get shitfaced in the middle of the week. The dress code is dark suit or similar, in case YOU consider joining.

Then as I was sitting at work rubbing sand from my eyes I got the crazy idea that I could go to the singles’ party at Giggling Marlin in the evening. I figured since it was Wednesday there would be more people out. I wasn’t completely sure though and decided to sleep on it when I got home.

After I’d gotten home I ate and went to bed. I had planned that I’d wake up at 7 and go to the gym but I managed to turn off the alarm and go back to sleep and finally crawled out of bed at 10. I was still feeling a bit worn out so I decided to think about it while eating and watching myth busters.

Then I figured that I could go out for an hour or two, just check it out and go home and get a normal night’s sleep. I ignored the fact that I am uncapable of going home before 3:30 when I head out to the club. In my clubbing carreer I’ve done it a handful of times I think.

The Giggling Marlin party was better but not great. At the door you got a sticker saying whether or not you were single. Green for “available”, red for “get the fuck away from me” or yellow for “maybe…if you are hot enough”. I didn’t really understand the yellow sticker. How can you be “sort of attached”? I must say, most of the chicks had the yellow stcker. I wonder if it’s because they don’t want to make it too obvious or something. Not a single dude had the yellow sticker, most had the green, one or two had the red one.

I met the chick from the night before so I hung out with her for the most part. I also saw some people I have known in the past, old classmates and chicks I’ve met at some point. Was the party worth losing sleep over? Doubtful. Was it worth missing a workout? No way! I hope I’ll be able to get out of bed later and head to the gym. If not I’ll schedule a Saturday and Sunday workout. I won’t be able to go on Friday because then there is the office christmas party I need to attend.
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I just got a call from the local newspaper. Apparently they are not sure if the pictures they took for the article I’m going to be in are suitable. It’s not that they aren’t good, it’s that they might be a bit too “porno” for the paper. The chick who called said that she was going to discuss it with the editors but she thought it would be best to have a picture with my shirt on, perhaps in a gym environment.

This messes with my schedule big time and sort of pisses me off. If they had let me know about this last week there wouldn’t have been a problem but right now, with two days left of the work week this is a real ball breaker. I would have been free to do it today, hadn’t there been a meeting scheduled for late this afternoon. Otherwise I could have arranged to bail out early. Tomorrow is really tough too because I have to buy a new shirt and attend the christmas party. Even if I got up at 5 in the morning and got off work at two it would be pretty tight. Plus, who knows what kind of extra meetings will still be scheduled for tomorrow.
Maybe she has a point though. All the grannies would probably be shocked and die if they saw some young dude with no shirt on. Hell, I might cause an oldie-massacre or something. I was quite curious as to what kind of reactions I’d get though. Now I’ll have to crunch the numbers and try to make time for an extra photo shoot.

I hate beta

I hate this new beta-blogger thing. I hate it so much it might drive me away from blogging completely. I try to comment on something and it refuses to publish my comment because I have to use my google account password or something and when I use that it still doesn’t work. This is the reason I haven’t made any comments lately. I wouldn’t have switched to beta at all unless they forced me to.
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This weekend I went out two times, on friday and saturday. Out of the two, friday turned out to be the best night. A band played at Fontana so I decided to go, even though I wasn’t really a fan. When I got there the place was pretty empty and I started thinking that I’d go somewhere else after the show.

However, the band was pretty good. The frontman was excellent I must say. He had that certain something that good front people should have. The songs were fairly simple but rather anthemic so they stuck in your head and at the end you could sing along even if you hadn’t heard them before.

Then I noticed a chick eyeing me so I decided to stick around and find out what her deal was. Turned out she was only visiting with her friend. She spoke Finnish but was really nice. She felt a bit embarrassed about her friend being drunk though. The friend actively tried to get me in the same place (technically we already were so let’s say ”interact with..”) as the sober chick, which was quite funny. After we had talked for a while she mentioned that she had a boyfriend...but later on she still wanted my number.

I have a theory that the relationship was a bit rocky right now, or that it was just about to end. I came to that conclusion based on the phrasing of something she said to her friend about her ”still dating”. It’s hard to put into writing so I’ll just hope that those really interested, i.e my sister *hello sis’* will use her feminine intuition and understand what I’m talking about.

Saturday was somewhat of a bust. Me and martin went to Royal. Again, when we got there the place was pretty empty. The moment I stepped in a drunk dude fell over and spillt his beer on my pants and brand new shoes (luckily I had put...whatever it’s called...on..you know, something that’ll make it water resistant..prior to going out).

One chick was flirting with me so I decided to try her on for size. However, bottom line is that I didn’t score. I suck. Anyway, after getting home and having whacked it and having had a meal consisting of scrambled eggs, a glass of youghurt, a carrot, a nashi and a turkey sandwich, I washed my face and felt that it was probably a pretty good thing I didn’t bang her. She wasn’t smokin’ hot and way to drunk. So I got to sleep instead.
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I’ve had a really long dry spell when it comes to women lately. It’s not just that I haven’t porked anyone in a while. I haven’t even met anyone really interesting or asked anyone out in months. In october I came up with the idea that I’d ask someone out each month but that hasn’t really worked out.

They say that you shouldn’t really try when you go out. Well, I’ve actually tried it now for about three months and it hasn’t worked the least. So I now officially call bullshit on that one. Maybe it works for women to just go out and not do anything but for an average guy if you go out and just go about your own business it means that nothing will happen. I do wonder, however, where this common myth comes from...oh wait...probably some chick.

Yesterday

Yesterday I slept until 3 in the afternoon. My original plan was to go out delivering christmas cards (so I’d save up on postage and get a nice walk), however I had somehow gotten the idea that the sun would be shining and it would be a crisp winters day. Well, that didn’t pan out the way I had planned. When I woke up it was dark, rainy and the wind was hollering like a motherfucker. So I scrapped that idea.

The reason I got up so late was twofold; for one thing, I had been out partying. The other reason was a bit more simple; I’m free=I’m sleeping, just because I can. Anyway, I went out to Fontana on tuesday night. I got there pretty early at around 11:30. I went past Oliver’s as well but the line was long as hell, not that I’d gone in anyway.

I met a couple of people I know at Fontana, chatted a bit, danced around a bit, got a coke for free from the bartender. Then I saw another riehaan-model so I said hello to her as well. A lot of them look a bit different from the pictures but this one looked exactly the same. A bit too much makeup for my tastes though.

So back to yesterday then. After I’d gotten up I had breakfast and drove home to swap cars. There had been some problems with my car so I had borrowed another one when I went back last sunday. At home I noticed that they were putting in new floors. My brother had therefore moved the computer and all the stuff to the room I usually sleep in when I’m visiting.

This means I’ll have to find another place to crash when I’m there because I won’t be sleeping in the same room as a running computer. The fan is too noisy. Besides, I usually go to bed earlier than my brother and I’d find it a bit disturbing having him sitting there downloading porn or whatever it is he’s doing. I’m sure I’ll figure something out though.

As I was heading back to town I had the idea that I’d go have a quick workout. I had my gym stuff in the car so I thought what the hell. It was supposed to be my off-day, so I only did a double cardio workout and my regular ab workout.

I used to hate cardio, I really did. But a few months ago I got the idea that I’d do twenty minutes of cardio directly after my regular workout three times a week. I don’t do it because I give a shit about my overall health, which I don’t, I just want to look good. And I want to know if cardio is of any use to me there. I figure that I’ll do it until summer (I might increase cardio a few months prior to beach season though) and see if there’s any difference.

Movies

This weekend, my brother and I went to see the movie Borat. It was quite funny but not hilarious at any point. The positive thing about the movie was that the jokes were so far from left field you couldn’t predict them in advance, unlike a lot of movies where you can see ‘em coming a mile away. Frankly, in my opinion, it would have been better suited as a tv-movie. Do I recommend it? Hard to say. If you don’t feel that you are losing out in the chatter around the water cooler then I’d personally wait until it’s on tv.
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On Saturday I decided to do something different and go to Giggling Marlin. My brother in arms was out of action due to a cold so I thought it would be an appropriate night for it, since Martin is hesitant of going to places were there are mostly Finns.

Fontana has a reputation of being a place for 18year olds but quite frankly I think that crown now should belong to Gigglin’. The place was packed with people so young you wondered if they had even started growing their own pubes yet…or if they had to buy them from Scott Tennerman.

And there was indeed a vast majority of Finns. In fact, I’d go as far as to say that if you do not at least speak a bit of Finnish you don’t need to bother going there. That is if your motive is to pick up chicks. If you just want to sit around and watch or jump around like a maniac on the dance floor to the tune of Sexy back then this place is for you.

I did meet some people I know however. One of them was a Finnish chick who used to be dating my ex’s boss’ son. She came over and started talking t ome quite a few times during the evening so eventually I started wondering if she was coming on to me. I don’t think she’s really my type though because she doesn’t speak Swedish at all. Still, I could pork her I guess.

Otherwise the night was pretty average. Nothing really ground breaking and nothing really incredibly boring. The drinks were cheap and they did play Scissor Sisters’ “I don’t feel like dancing” twice so I might head over there again. I would like to check out the action at Royal before that though. I’ll go out again on Tuesday but I’m still undecided as to where.
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On Sunday as I was heading back to town I got the idea that I’d go see Saw3. I’d been waiting for it to premier and it was a suitable night so I headed over to the movies again. It was better than Borat, that’s for sure. However, you really have to have seen the two first movies to be able to follow the plot fully.

The Saw movies aren’t really scary in my opinion. Gross-yes, disturbing-certainly, frightening-not really. I would label them more as psycological thrillers or something. My brother recently wrote a blog about a movie based on an experiment that drew forth the darkest sides of man. The writers of Saw must have tapped into that side because the stuff they come up with is downright sick.

I’m a tad torn about the third installment of the series though. In many ways, it’s the best of the three. There are a good number of traps and where the second one failed (bringing too many characters into the mix) the third goes back to basics with only a handful of characters, allowing for more background to be told about them. The ending is also very Saw-like, where the final twist is unrolled at breakneck speed. Also, there were a lot of questions from the first two that were answered in thye third.

But…at the same time I can’t help to think that the concept is getting a bit old. The first one was brilliant in the basic plot. The second one tried to be a bit different but stumbled. The third one improved on the first one but was not as groundbreaking. If you would judge the first and third as stand-alone films I’d have to say that the third was better, but in the context, considering what came before, then I’m not so sure. It’s like Halo and Halo2 or Goldeneye and Perfect Dark. Both Halo2 and Perfect Dark were better games but somehow they did not live up to their predecessors. However, if you saw (pun intended) the first two and liked them then the third is a definite must see.

I would have liked to see the series come to an end but the suits have obviously decided to milk this cash cow for all she’s worth and kept the door open for yet another sequel. And that’s putting it mildly. Shit, they almost guarantee a fourth installment.