Even my plants are dying!

Just read my first post in this blog. It was written on a Saturday night. Right now is Friday night. And again I am at home. I guess it's just this time of the year...up here in the north it gets so freaking dark! It's as if all life just leaves my being. I have no interest in doing anything. And I have absolutely no understanding for those who like this time of the year, candles, darkness, red wine, movies, warm blankets, that's what they talk about. I say fuck that! I prefer my wine in the light of day.

But I try to keep my eyes on what is to come. This month is hard work and no play, but come December and things are quite the opposite! P is coming from Australia, I'm meeting up with him in Paris. After Paris we are coming here, and then Stockholm. From there he will go on to Norway, and I will go on to the States.

For now, I will head out into the darkness and go buy some milk. Maybe also some chocolate. Tomorrow is a new day and I bet it will be rainy. Yay. Crap.

I NEED A MAN!

Yup yup, it is official, I need a man! Bought a jar of pickles yesterday, and I still haven't managed to open that stupid jar! It's so tight! I don't usually have this kind of problems, my fingers are quite strong in fact. But no...I need a man!

Now all I need to do is find a way to justify flying (polluting) as much as I will be doing

It's been one crazy weekend! Not in the sense of insane partying and good times, but in the sense of WORK. Now that's just not right. And I have promised myself not to write about work here. This is where I prove to myself that I do have a life.

Spent Friday night in an old jail, Kakola. Creepy place I tell ya! YLE and some other instances organized a guided tour of this old prison as a Halloween event. I was there performing with a friend. Probably the weirdest place I've ever performed. The prison was taken out of service just two years ago (it's built in the 1800s) and the walls in the cells were still covered with the prisoners' writings. And the isolation cells in the basement, ugh, they seriously gave me the creeps! Good thing one hasn't had to spend more time there.

Saturday night I performed at a theatre here in town. It was fun. Haven't been to any event in a while with people from my field of work. It's very refreshing to from time to time see them. After the show we all stayed at the theatre until late at night (I was the first to leave at 2am) talking about art. It is something I really appreciate, because no matter how much I love my other friends, there is just no way I can have a four hour discussion about art with any one of my non-artist friends. Even if they wanted to. It's just so that if you do not create your self, you will never understand the complexity of art. Not saying that all that is done is good, but it's complex never the less. We are putting our souls out there, revealing everything in front of an audience. And what people think of it is beyond our control. It's not always easy to accept the vulnerability one has to withstand in order to be able to be a performing artist. I know I can't please everybody, yet I'm always a bit sad if somebody doesn't like what I do.

Before this gets all too deep or complicated and boring, lets change the subject! I was on facebook earlier tonight talking to a friend. He's flying in from Brisbane to Paris and he managed to convince me to come to Paris for a weekend before he comes here. 10 minutes of chatting and I bought tickets to Paris. Hah, it's so easy to talk me into doing stuff. So, in December I will be in Stockholm, Paris, NYC, Chicago, and San Francisco. Can't wait!

Got my phone, but no voice

Wohoo, got a call today, my phone is ready to be picked up! As I might have mentioned, I got an iPhone 4. And broke it. Well, today I'm going to get it back all fixed up, yay! It's funny how things always balance them self out. When I broke the phone I found some really cheap flights (Chicago-San Francisco-NYC) the same day. So there was something to make me happy and something to make me sad.

Today I'm happy I'm getting the phone back, but sad because I have no voice, and instructions from the doctor to not even try to speak for at least two days.

Yes, though constantly changing, the universe is always in balance.

Can't get enough

Waitingroom

I often get this feeling. That I'm not in the moment. I'm doing something, but my thoughts are already at the next thing coming. I'm always waiting for something. And to be quite honest, I don't know what I'm waiting for. Just something. Anything that will shake me up and rock my world.

On few instances I have caught myself just being right in the moment, and those are moments of complete satisfaction and happiness. Those are moments where I wouldn't change anything.

Right now I'm waiting. For something to happen. For a reason to get dressed and go out. Even though I have plenty to do here at home as well. Luckily H called, going out to have a late lunch with her.

She's 9 years old. How about that.

Saw this first on Black Cherry. Can't help it but it's just so freaking catchy! But I have to admit it feels a bit weird hearing a nine year old sing "whip it real good".