Snow's Only Good for Blowin'

I am not up for this. I am supposed to be on my way to town at the moment. Showered, dressed, make-up on, hair combed - feeling civilized & in order for once. Getting ready for a nice night at a small bar somewhere, surrounded with friends & laughter people & empty beer glasses. This is the night I have been looking forward to all week. Missed love & catching up & that nice buzz you get from a stomache full of Carlsberg's finest - could there be anything better? Could there be a better way to end a rather happy Thursday?

Of course something got in the way (we'll deal with the something later.) in that extremely annoying way only things that really gets in the way have fully mastered, & here I am, sitting in my bed - still in my pyjamas, with no beer & a hair that's so far beyond bedhead I'm doubting it even got around to go to bed last night. We don't even have any wine, I have been dying for some wine lately! Tried to satisfy my needs with Glögg yesterday, which didn't work since A. my parents drank most of it, & B. anyone who's ever tasted Glögg would tell you - it has a very distinct taste that's - almost, but not exactly - totally dissimilar to wine. So, you now are thinking, go get yourself some wine woman! Should it really be that hard? & alas, I am glad that you asked, because that brings this conversation right back to where it started - the Something That Got in the Way.

Here's the something:

I seem to have the vaguest recollection of a car too. Yes, actually, I am quite certain it was here last night.

So, my previously self chosen solitude has now turned into prisonhood, as Mother Nature once again strikes in this cruellest of ways. There's something quite fucked up with this world of ours, & I don't like it. There's too much of this kind of strange fenomena going on for me not to get suspicious. Coincidences, yes, twists of fate & simple bad luck, but ten coincindences makes one pattern. My vote is definitely on having Mr. W. Bush Jr to clean up the mess outside our door. That way he might finally understand the extent of the affect his desicions have on the world, & I won't have to do it.

I'm sick of snow.

Here's what I'll be bussying myself with tonite, finsihing these & listening to the boy, the voice, the dream - P. Nutini. I'm applying for the Graphic Design course-thingy this spring, & one of the work samples to be sent in is an illustration for a text of own choice, & I chose this one, from 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland', by Lewis Carroll:

‘Cheshire-Puss’, she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however it only grinned a little wider. ‘Come, it’s pleased so far’, thought Alice, and she went on. ‘Would you tell me, please, where I ought to go from here?’

‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to’, said the Cat.
I don’t much care where ---’ said Alice.
Then it doesn’t matter which way you go’ said the Cat.
‘--- so long as I get somewhere’, Alice added as an explanation.
‘Oh, you’re sure to do that’, said the Cat, ’if you only walk long enough.’
Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. ’What sort of people live about here?’
‘In that direction’, the Cat said, waiving its right paw around, ’lives a Hatter: and in that direction’, waving the other paw, ‘lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.’
‘But I don’t want to go among mad people’, Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that’, said the Cat, ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’
‘How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.
‘You must be’, said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here’.

What I'm trying to do here is get Alice out of that same old Wonderland that we've seen a million times, & into another one - the screwed up Wonderland of every bar-hopping girl out there. That Cat sounds just like an old drunk I met on Mascot (a bar in Malmö) once, & I just figured Alice as is a bit older now I think she would have enjoyed Möllan quite alot.

Alice & the Cat

The March Hare & the Hatter needs some coloring. (Haha, yes, I know, very much inappropriate, but I had to. The tail, the tail!)

Song of the day: 'Northern Sky' - Nick Drake. Beautiful. Listen to it [N-O-W]. The sky about the only thing left here not covered in white. Today it was baby blue.

Love

& snowed in curses

/ me.