Cherryboy

Oh, my baby is gone. She has left me and now I have nothing left, my baby is gone.

So the blogging has kind of fallen behind lately (read; during a very long time) and I could probably blame it on several things but when it all comes down to it, it's because I am a lazy ass bastard. But seeing how I today haven't done jackshit of what I'd like to do, should do and have said that I would do it seemes as if reviving the blogg might be my salvation from wasting this day. I've been thinking about perhaps shortening down my posts and just write small entires everyday instead of letting the blogg collect dust between each post, which is the current state of the whole thing.

Well, here and there, up and down. As I was spending this day doing, as I've said, jackshit I decided that sitting infront of the computre was much to active and thus I escaped to the tv. Which in my humble opinion is a much nicer option, anyhow I ended up watching channel one. They were showing somekind of Elvis marathon, which suited me perfectly. As I watched the the Vegas show I came to realise that there is no equivalence in modern day show business,  the king has indeed, left the buildning. I mean just think about it, the was an absolut star! And the ladies, though they were Marge Simpson look-a-likes were going nuts over Elvis the Pelvis.  And to be honest with you, I can understand why. Before he got fat, Elvis was a major hunk and he had the motion of the ocean. All the
modern artists pale in comparison

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So, amongst many things that I have done recently is to walk backwards from the leaf home, a feat that earned me strange looks from people and a sensation of being a part of something that nobody else understood. It was as if it was me and the intitated ones against the world, and we were winning at that. I have also bought the different ingredients, baked and then devoured a pizza together with the leaf. I've also managed to pull a muscle at the back of my right thigh, which both hurt and hurts like hell. Or at least I hope that it is the muscle and no the knee that got fucked up.

But what's more, the shit is hitting the fan. Various pieces of shit and with great spread causing both expectations, confusion and stability, ALL AT ONCE! Which for me, is a rather unheard of effect. I'm very happy about it and I can say with confidence that it might actually turn out nicely in the end. I've thought of a poem conserning the whole thing, and it is, as somebody was nice enough to point out very quasi-intellectual and highly pretentious in it's essence, quintessentially; Me!

The poem is pretty much the only one I've ever produced since I don't really appreciated poems nor understand the beauty of them. So without further ado, I present to you; THe poem! (which lacks a title, hurrr!)

The joke is over,
we are left with
nothing but
bruised memories
and
Fractured emotions.

So alot of things have happened, I don't really know where to start nor do I know what to say. Females are the source of all problems in the world, I never seem to understand what the fuck they are saying. What do they mean, what do they want? There was the movie the horsewhisperer and there now there's a show about Ceasar something, the man that can talk to dogs. But let me tell you something people, I don't care about people that can talk to animals. What I would like to see/meet is the man who could talk to women! Find me that man, let me converse with him and let him teach me the ways of the secret language. It's the language that man has been secretly trying to understand ever since speech became a part of society. It's just weird, how does it work? How do THEY work?

Another thing that happened was that I think I pulled a muscle yesterday. For some reason, probably the alcohol, I started climbing in a tree and suddenly there was this loud pop or snap if you will, from the back of my thigh. It hurt and I went crazy thinking that it might be the new knee that got fucked but. But now I'm pretty sure that it was "just" a pulled muscle, I hope so because it'd suck if my knee got fucked again so soon after surgery.

The male monkey has an average age of 53 years, after that they all start crashing and eventually they will burn.

Alot of stuff has been going down lately, well perhaps not lately but during this last few months. There has been some bumps in the road but I'm still alove, not kicking that much but I'm ALIVE! And that is what matters, nothing else really matters at this moment, besides my survival.

On the matter of the shoes; I went to buy the first pair of the two that I showed you, but with my luck, they were all sold out. Believe me when I tell you that ,I let out a roar that would have shaken the foundations of hell itself when I was told that the shoes I'd had my eyes one for more or less a week was out. I assure you that the seconds, even minutes following this shocking revelation was filled with a grumpy air of aggitation. I was beyond comfort, nobody could make me less grumpy. God damn the person that bought my shoes, with my last breath I curse that person!

I have, over the course of the last two, three months been given insight into something very special. You might actually go as far as to call it a revelation conserning myself and future meetings with people of the opposite sex. There are somethings that should be avoided, because we're, not compatible to be diplomatic. And those things are as follows;

1. People younger then me.
That shit just ain't working out for me, I mean I've tried it and failed with nothing but horrible results.
2. Christians.
Okay, it might be religious people in general but I've only been involved with girls of the christian faith and has given me some fucked up experience or what.
3.Christians that are younger then me.
That's right, I went there. And it was not pretty in any way, well they were, but the whole situation was anything but nice and pretty. So, I'm not going head down that road again.

Now I am not saying that younger girls, per definition is any less mature then me. But, according to my own experience they have, so far, been just that. And the amount of screw up that has followed was not in small amounts, so great was the amount, that I've been wondering actually if it was all worth it. Was it? Maybe it was, maybe the drunken haze that was needed to try and get the whole thing out of the system got to me in a sense that I can't really comprehend? All I can say is this;

Don't fuck with me now, man, I am Ahab.

Cornelis Vreeswijk - Fåglar

The monkey, an interesting animal with many fine qualities but never the less it lacks one thing. A common sense, something needed here in life.

Women, the means of becoming both disappointed and let down? A statement worthy that of a cynic, a person that has been through emotional distress and turmoil recently and is jaded. A person that had faced hardships and heartbreak within a short amount of time, up close and very hard straight in the face kind of emotional hardship. Luckly your monkey isn't like that, no. REVIVAL! The monkey lives yet again! HA!

Monkey hears no evi, monkey speaks no evil and monkey sees no evil. But the monkey sees shoes, and a need for a new pair of sneakers. So the monkey, being infinite in its wisedom went about town to find a nice pair of sneakers to bless them with being allowed to grace the feet of the monkey. And the alternatives are as following;

Shoe numero uno!


Y shoe numero dos!


The monkey is personally leaning towards Numero Uno, though that sneaker costs one hundered pieces of gold more. It's a good buy, that's the opinion of the monkey. What does the mob think?

It appears like the monkey have taken a step back in the communications area, what might be the cause of this?

As always when it comes to change in my life I decide to do nothing half assed so this time alot of things went down the drain, could it be that I'm actually trying to escape from the problem? If that is the case then I should really stop, because running away do not benefit me, and when it comes down to it is what is good for me that matters. Man do I come off as an egotistical bastard or what?!

But it's kind of hard to know what to do now after this change, it makes things so much more complicated. I sure am a very confused person I dare say, but the solution must lie within the place I am looking otherwise I don't really know what else to do.

Kaiser Chiefs - Ruby

Kikukamonshō

Krysantemum tronen, den kejserliga tronen i japan, världens längst gående monarkiska ätt. Den första kejsaren var

 

Kukukamonshō wa Nippon no te?e koku no o?oza, soshite sore wa sekai no furuina kunshu se?eji. Saisho no hekai wa;

 

Jinmu Tenno

Kejsare Jinmu, föddes 585 f.kr. Sägs vara släkting till solguden Amaterasu. Var den första kejsaren i den japanska monarkin.

 

Jinmu Tenno wa Gohyakuhachijuhgo ni umarimashita. Jinmu Tenno wa Amaterasu kamisama no shinrui desu to sonno otoko wa Nippon no Saisho no hekai desu.

 

Shoguns

Tog makten från kejsaren, det har funnits tre olika stora shogunat, de är;

Kamakura ? Styrde från 1185 till 1333, huvudstaden var kamakura i Kanegawa prefekturen.

Ashikaga ? Styrde från 1336 till 1573, huvudstaden var Kyoto, störtades av Oda Nobunaga.

Tokugawa ? Styrde från 1603 till 1868, huvudstaden var Edo (Tokyo), grundades av Tokugawa Ieyasu efter slaget vid Sekigahara. Stördades av;

 

Shogun wa gun no dokusaisha. Reikishi no juu, juyoo no shogunates wa sannin ni ga arimashita.

Kamakura, Ashikaga to Tokugawa. Tokugawa no bafuku wa sekigahara no sensoo ato de o se tsuritsu surimashita.

Meiji-ishin

Meiji restaurationen som inträffade den nionde november 1867, Kejsare Meiji fick tillbaka makten och shogunen Tokugawa Yoshinobu avgick.

 

Kokonotsu-nitchi juu-ichi gatsu sen hachihyaku roku-juu nana Meiji-Ishin wa okorimashita. Meiji Tenno wa jitsuryoku moraimashita to Tokugawa Yoshinobu shogun wa yamemashita.

 

Tenno Heika Akihito

Nuvarande kejsaren

Föddes 23 december 1933, son till Kejsare Showa och Kejsarinna Kojun. Blev kejsare den 7 januari 1989 efter att Kejsare Showa hade dött. Är den 125 personen att hålla titeln i rakt i nedstigande led från kejsare Jinmu. Bor i Kyoko, det kejserliga palatset i Tokyo.

 

Ima no Tenno wa Akihito heika. Akihito wa ni-ju san nitchi juu-ni gatsu sen kuhyaku san-ju san ni umarimashita, Otosan wa Showa Tenno to Kojun kogo. Akihito wa Kyooko de isunde, Kyoko wa Tokyo no teekoku no kyuuden.

The monkey, may god have mercy on his soul, is an animal that likes to be around other animals and he is whenever he get the chance.

Earth and wind, fire and water, the monkey blogs! Times have passed since he last sat himself down and struke down at the keys to produce some kind of an entry, but he is now doing it. Many things have happened since the last time any thoughts were recorded onto the web of the spider, the crutches are gone and a free monkey arises from the ashes of the old monkey. Happiness, HAPPINESS!

The holiday have been spent in the sign of not doing nothingness and it has been nice. But events, situations and such things have given the holiday it's fair share of ups and downs. The monkey probably shouldn't try so hard, it always does and each time it fails so miserably that it hurts to see or be around. A change is needed, the monkey needs to reform its ways and learn to be strong, or stronger. But it will not be an easy task to initate such a change, help might be needed. But then again where can the monkey find help? Probably nowhere, this is something that will be done on the monkeys own terms and with it's own strenght. Though there are many difficult things that must be taken care of, sorted out and filed into the archive. And the monkey needs to come to decisions on where it stands on certain things, and those decicisons aren't always easy to make. But when it's all done, when the monkey is finished prehaps then it can be a freebird.

Aaah, now would you look at that. Over there we have a prime example of a Platyrrhini Cercopithecoidea, also known as "The Monkey". OH! Would you look at him go, the common monkey can reach speeds of up to minus one kilometre per hour on those crutches. Truly remarkable!

So what's been up today you might ask yourselves, not much's the answer. Can't really say that anything extra ordinary has happened today, wish there was something that I could report on and makes this whole entry so much more interesting but I can't. Though one rather amusing thing happened, I was over at the hospital to let the dentists have a look at the good ol' braces and as I was sitting in one of the couches waiting to be called out this girl walked down the corridor. She stopped a bit down from where I was sitting and it seemed to be as if she was going to sit there and wait. Seeing how it was in the morning, I was tired and she didn't appear all to interesting I kind of went back to my donald duck magazine (Yeah you read it right, screw you, I like it!). But then she came over and sat down in the couch just across from me and picked up a paper. Okay, that's not very fancy and all but when she started looking at me every now and then I kind of raised an eyebrow. I mean this girl was throwing glances at me every now and then, so naturally I went "What the fuck, is there something in my face?!" in my head at first. But I realised after a while, that she was looking at me with not those eyes, but she was rather checking me out! That's when I realised; "Oh yeah, I kind of forgot. I'm pretty good looking." to bad I couldn't say the same about her. But then again it wouldn't have made a difference if she was now would it.

Other then that my day was rather dull and boring, save a few things that brightened exponentially. The lesson I thought we had comprised of eating cake and just joking around, and apparently we had another lesson that I didn't know of and the taxi home had already been boked. That sucked, or did it? Getting a taxi to pick you up before school is pretty nice. Except for when they send a bloody bus, the thought that I'm having trouble walking, let alone get into a high bloody bus didn't strike them? Oh well, that was compensated when I got to ride the limo home, sweet I tell you.

Now that I've covered those things I can move onto the next big thing; Das Modell. Yes, it is true. I am to write about my close friend and ever vigilant watcher of various shows and what not. Much can be said about Das Modell, that she is terrible with times, horrible at writing about her close friend BEING IN THE BLOODY HOSPITAL and other things. But what cannot be said about Das Modell is that she isn't funny, oh no good Sirs. Das Modell is infact the archetype of comedy, other people can look at her and learn! One would not be lying if one were to say that she is a walking, talking source of joy and amusment. And another thing that must said when speaking of Das Modell, is of course her career as a modell, I dare say that she could rival Twiggy. A rather fearsome character at times one should always be careful about upsetting Das Modell, make sure that you have ample space to roll around on the floor laughing and that there's a paramedic standing by should the laughter induce cardiac arrest.

The crippled monkey is not amused, not the slightest.

Monkey hey, monkey ho, monkey must to the toilet go. Are emotions what make us human? It's a school of thoughts that has been argued for a very long time, claiming that our ability to feel is what sets us apart from the rest of djungle of species that populated this world of ours. But are they, the emotions, really the biggest denominator which sets us apart from the rest of the animals? Sure, emotions are one of our main driving forces and they have inspired us to create things of greatness. But if you think about it, emotions are also creator of many problems within the human society and it is because of emotions that we have plunged ourselves into, amongst many other stupid things, two world wars and a shitload of crusades. For every great thing that can be credited to emotions an equally destructive thing can be added to the column. And lets not forget the fact that within the animalkingdom there are species capable of equal feats of greatness without having to evolve emotions, an anthill's a great exampel of just that. A perfect society that functions without problem, devoid of the errors and misunderstandings created by emotions.

I might sound cynical and whatnot but the weekend has sent me thinking about a lot of things. The crippled monkey has to much time on his hands and that makes him think many hard and heavy thoughts not always suitable for a little monkey like him. He's lucky however that he has great people that he can talk to, but there are some people that he misses. With last breath he curses his crippledness that makes it impossible for him to travel and see them. I'm happy that I've gotten the surgery done, but I'm mortally unhappy with the level of bedriddenness that has come with it. And I hate the fact that I'm this unsecure about things.

Pearl Jam - Elderly woman behind the counter in a small town

The monkey is without doubt an interesting animal, capable of great
feats in several areas of life. They are especially good when it comes
to picking out their food, unlike other primates.



A monkey in the sky, a leaf on the ground, who knows what's up and who know's down? The monkey danceth in the clearings under the silver crescent, a lunar spotlight shining down on the happy primates dancing in a cirlce. The monkey comes, the monkey calls and last but ot least the monkey feels. True, the monkey does not dance that very much at the moment, BUT! Like a phoenix shall the monkey rise through the flames and retake it's place upon the throne as ruler of the djungel and keeper of everlasting greatness. The monkey wears new glasses and makes them look good, if not even smokin'! What was was hard and bad at times, but the future holds nice things in store for the monkey, it's more then an optical illusion but if it was only that, the monkey would be happy.

LONG LIVE THE MONKEY!

The monkey, with its acute and highly developed sense of direction is able to drive to almost any airport in any city.

I'm back from the dead! Kind of, well actually I'm just back from the hospital. Last tuesday I was admitted and around eight a clock in the morning I went into surgery at the local hospital. Now before anybody in my huge readership starts to panic I asure you I'm okay, it was just an operation to fix my somewhat busted up knee and nothing else. So be not alarmed and fear nothing for I, your hero, am okay! This was the first time I was admitted so I am going to be frank with all of you, I was bit stressed out about the whole thing. Or rather I was, you see there was a falsealarm before last tuesday, I was just about to be sedated when they decided to cancel the operation due to some red little spot on my leg. Most of you know what happened just before that and you can Imagine that I was in somewhat of a zombified state. This time I wasn't as alarmed as last time, we went to the hospital around seven a clock and I was put in room 6 and there I had to wait until about a quarter to eight when they came and gave me this thing to drink to calm me down. Around eight they rolled my bed towards the elevators, the last thing that I remember is that the nurse was quiet aggrivated with some people transporting stuff in the elevators. After that I don't remember that very much, though I can recall the big surgical lights in the operationroom. The next thing I know I that I'm sitting in a bed in the wake up section. Now before I went in alot of people told me "Oooh, your going to be feeling like crap after the anaesthetics" and whatnot. The funny thing is that I didn't feel bad, infact I felt great and the only thing that was out of the ordinary was that I was hungry as hell. I was later told that I had actually woken up once before that and then I had only spoken english apparently, though I don't have any recollection of that. Shortly after waking up they moved me back to room 6 at the careunit I was admitted to. Now I have to give the staff there some creds, they were really great and took really good care of me during my time there.

At this time I started to slide in and out of sleep not really knowing when I was asleep and when I was awake. The unit came by, as one might expect and stayed there for quiet a while. She brought with her food and candy which I devoured with much joy and great hunger, hell I was scared by how hungry I was. It felt like I could have eaten a bloody horse should it have been served with the appropriate sidedishes. Anyhow, the reason as to why I felt so happy and great might either have been the fact that I finally had gotten the damn surgery done and that I could start with the rebuildning of knee area. Or it might have been the drugs that they had me on, I'm not really sure but they might have had a hand in my good mood.

My stay at the hospital was really made nice by all the people how called/sent me smsor in any other way got in touch with me, Epsecially Mirage that actually came and visited, that really cheered me up. It really helped me alot and I'm really glad that I have such great friends, you people really made and are still making my into the person I am today. I'm not sure that that sentence made any sense but what the hell, I can allow myself to be corny and mushy every now and then. This is where I'd write something like "I love you people, you are what makes my world go around" but Leaf'd accuse me of being either emo or a girl so I'll just leave it unsaid. This is my first entry in quiet a while and it might be a bit sporadic writing from here on seeing how I'm not really able to move to the bloody computer at will, with my last breath I cruse my swollen knee!

Matisyahu - Time of your song

The monkey is a peculiar animal in the sense that it converge in great numbers but still like solitude and beer.

So my days as Mr.Productive has continued and I've been really good at it, I've done alot of things that I'm very proud of and I'm thinking about making this into something of a standing element in my everyday routine. I might even go as far as saying that the last few days have been the best ones in a while, the cloud is clearing up and I can really see the sun, literally. Today was nothing different from the last past two days, my presentation went good and I'm happy with my effort. The japanese presentation was given a go and I had a great time at english, as usual. Ate lunch with a friend of Leafs seeing how he had turned of his cellphone, in revenge according to her. The lunch itself sucked but I liked the extra time I was given before and after seeing, apparently you didn't have to stay at neither Swedish nor Geography if you had finished the assignments, which I had, so great success. And I'm doing pretty good in Geography, could be better but considering my effort I'm pretty pleased with myself.

Today on the bus home I saw this really adorable little kid, and being the silly person I am I couldn't resist being up to mischief and playing with her. Now before anybody says it; I am very well aware of the fact that I'm a silly person, hell I might even beyond silly but I can't help it. I just really love children, and some wiseguy will probably crack the "I'm sure you do, kiddie fiddler/craddle robber." comment at my statment but I really can't help it, they're just so darn cute! One thing worries me though, might this be some kind of dormant longing for becoming a parent that is lurking within me? I sure as hell don't hope so, as much as I love children I can't say that I'd like some of my own, not in a million years. It's harsh enough to have to apply for university courses, but having the very annoying biological fatherfeeling is something I will do great without. Anyhow, you might be curious about what courses I applied for and I won't keep it a secret. They are as follows; Japanese I 30p, Religioushistory I 30p and Practical Philosophy 30p. Japanese is my first choice but I hope I'll get into all of them, that way I'll have more options to choose from.

The Postal Service - Such Great Heights

The european monkey is a rare breed and should be put on the world heritage list.

Today I have been Mr.Productive I dare say, productive in the sense of me actually doing some schoolwork at home. This is probably the first time in a couple of years that I've actually made an effort with schoolrelated things at home, a very rare thing to happen. The strangest thing (or might atually be a rather logical thing) happened after I finished the first draft of my japanese presentation, a weird and new feeling made its entrance in my life. It was a new kind of satisfaction, the one you get when you allow yourself to some recreational after having done stuff your obligated to do. And I have to say that I liked the feeling and will be making it a standing element in my life!

The monkey is really starting to feel the spring coming, the sun gently brushes against his cheek and makes his mind very gay. Today I went ahead and just felt great as I walked up the hill towards the hospital and the busstop. There has to be something with that hill because it has made me happy everytime I've walked it with a bit of a brooding feeling in the back of my head. So a thanks goes out to the hospital hill, together with Dylan you've made me happy when happiness was lacking. But back to the spring, because it has really hit us head on without warning and hard like hell. I've had to change my jacket and all that, unfortunately they've had go through the entire winter with me. Which in turn has resulted in them being squeaky like hell, I can't even sneak up on people anymore and it's bugging the living daylights out of me. But besides me ranting about my beloved shoes spring is wonderful and I can't stress how much I like the fact that it's getting warmer. Finally we can all shed our winterfur and come out of the psycological hibernation that we have been forced into. It's time to let our feelings loose, feelings that have been chained down by the weight of the snow. Gone is the perpetual darkness and whatnot, my level of poetry is only goes that far.