My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red, than her lips red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare, As any she belied with false compare.
HIM's first song and video from their new album Screamworks: Love in theory and practice.
I'm not so crazy about the video, although I do like how they play with the colours and lights, but I love the song, it feels very HIM, and it gets better every time I listen to it. I've missed that particular, special HIM-feeling I get from the earlier albums, because Venus Doom wasn't really...like they used to be. To be fair, I haven't listened to Venus Doom that much... *feeling ashamed of myself* I hope that the rest of Screamworks is equally awesome and I'm really looking forward to it! The release isn't even a month away, yay!
Realised I haven't reported anything about our trip to Spain yet, so I must do so now.
It started the 30th December with mum driving us to Gothenburg early. Robert went on his way and I went to Sandra. I had plans to go and do some after-Christmas-shopping, but couldn't be bothered since I was tired and lazy, but mostly since it was cold outside. So I spent the rest of the day inside instead, and in the evening Pär came and drank some tea, ate some cookies and just chilled out. He also drove me to the bus station later, which was very nice of him. Thank you, Pär.
The bus was scheduled to leave at 01.55, but I was there almost an hour early so I walked round for a bit in Gothenburg trying to find some place to buy drinks for the bus ride. Turns out it's not very easy in the middle of the night on a Wednesday...
I then went back to the station to wait for Robert and almost died from the cold (well, at least my toes did), since it was -10 - -15 degrees outside. Finally, Robert came and the bus went on its way.
After a couple of hours, right after the Norwegian border, customs stopped us and checked the bus, which took FOREVER. We had to wait for them to check everyone's passports, get off the bus, gather our luggage, and then get on the bus again. A little more than an hour later we arrived in Oslo. By that point I was tired as hell, hungry and in great need of a toilet. But no time to rest, we had to keep travelling. So off we went, to find the train to the airport. That part was luckily easy enough, and the train ride only took 15-20 minutes or something. Finally, we found toilets! *Hallelujah*
We went through security, bought a rather expensive breakfast, got annoyed with the Swedish youngsters working at the airport restaurants/bars, and then watched The Big Bang Theory until it was time to board the plane. We had now gone for 23-24 hours without sleeping and were completely knackered. I fell into an uneasy sleep on the plane, where I kept waking up all the time. After about 4 hours of this troublesome sleep we finally landed in Spain and had no use for our jackets, scarves, hats or mittens anymore. It was about 15 degrees and sunny in Málaga.
We drove to Torrox, settled in, took showers, had a bit to eat and almost felt like people again. The rest of the day and evening was spent quietly and calmly indoors, in front of the telly. We had dinner and then watched some British New Year's tv show, and enjoyed the fireworks on the London Eye. A few hours later I realised that I had gone for 41 hours without any real sleep, and just fell into bed and was dead to the world.
"I'm French! Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king?!"
"You don't frighten us, English pig dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so called Arthur king! You and all your silly English knnnnnnniggits!"
"I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!"
"Jesus Christ! Right! Charge! Run away! Run away! Run away!"
"Oh... Look, if we build this large wooden badger..."
